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[janeluvwonuuuu]

SUPERIMPOSE

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, cnc, pwp, ex!sunghoon, unprotected sex, bondage, fingering, crying, slight dacryphilia, sunghoon is a red flag basically, usage of nicknames, squirting, lmk if i missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1968 words.

SYNOPSIS: You try your best to forget about your ex, but he simply does not wish to leave you alone.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N: yoo this is basically a late birthday gift for @evermorehoon <3 hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

You felt restless, even at night.

It started with the sound of glass shifting in its frame, letting out a noise so faint you might as well would’ve mistaken it for the old doors of your apartment building, however, when you roll over in bed, hair sprawled across the pillow, the whisper grows heavier.

You take a deep breath as your heart quickens its pace.

You’d been dreaming of him again—Sunghoon. It’s always Sunghoon, your ex boyfriend. His face has haunted you every night since you left him. That sharp jawline which resembled some Greek statue, his eyes like cold winter despite being the warmest shade of brown, and the way he looked at you was as if you were something he wanted to lock in a box with himself and throw the key away. 

You sighed, thinking the dream hadn’t ended, but then the shadow broke from your window, and the pale moonlight caught his frame. You realized it isn’t sleep dragging you under anymore, and gosh, it’s actually him. He’s here.

“Miss me, darling?” His voice is lower than you remember, an octave deeper, almost even colder than the night itself, and yet so close it could burn into your skin.

You suck in a breath, “Sunghoon? What—”

“Don’t say it.” He said, stepping forward, shutting the window with the quiet efficiency of someone who has practiced this entrance a hundred times in his mind, or maybe, in reality too, “don’t ask why I’m here, baby. You know it.”

You shook your head, but your throat hurt from dryness, from the mere fact that your ex was right in front of you, the prettiest man you’d ever seen, also the very man who was the embodiment of possessiveness and toxicity. He always had this power, bending your silence into some twisted form of submission. 

He walked towards the bed, clad in black from boots to collar. His hair was damp, as if he’d run through rain just to see you, and droplets trail along his jaw, cascading down his adam’s apple. 

“You really shouldn’t—”

“Oh I should,” he cuts in, his tone edged with a groan, “do you think I can just forget you just like that, huh? That I can lie awake in my empty apartment and pretend you don’t exist? Every fucking minute, you’re there—fuck, actually every second, you’re in my head, and you thought leaving would make it better? No. It made me worse than ever.”

Your pulse grows erratic as he reaches the edge of the bed, and you know you should scream, shove him back, but your body refuses to move. His presence suffocates you like a hand already around your throat, scent engulfing your senses. 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, almost convincing yourself by now, “this really isn’t—”

“Don’t, I swear,” his eyes darken, the pale gleam of the streetlight shining across them, “you fucking want me back, even if you don’t admit it.” He chuckles then, “you’re still in my hoodie.”

You groan, looking elsewhere to deny the truth he just threw your way. It wasn’t right—wasn’t healthy. 

He sat on the bed without asking, the mattress sinking under his weight. His knee brushing against your thigh, the air felt strangled by now, your eyes not looking up at him as he shamelessly stared at you.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, reaching up to touch your hair, making you flinch, but he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to look at him, “you’re still mine, hm? No one touches you, no fucking one gets to look at you like I do. You’ll tell me I’m wrong, but your body,” he chuckles, thumb brushes your lower lip, “your body never lies, baby.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, and just like that, he’s rendered you speechless yet again. He smiles faintly, the kind of smile that always meant that he won, that he knows he’s gonna be right no matter what narrative he puts up against you.

“Do you want me to remind you?” He asks with absolutely no intention to wait for an answer.

The rope appears like a magician’s trick, which he pulled from his coat, thin and rough, meant for you. Your breath hitches, fear and something darker tangling inside you, anticipation perhaps? You didn’t wish to admit to it.

“You’ll hate me for this,” he murmurs, almost tender, as if he could see your internal battles like you were an open book, “but you’ll thank me after, right darling?”

His hand closes around your wrist, grip strong which made you gasp and struggle to fight, yet he binds you to the headboard with the ease of someone who’s thought about it too often, each knot precise. Your pulse races, but your legs remain limp beneath the sheets now, goosebumps covering your skin.

“Sunghoon—please let’s—”

“Please what?” His mouth curls at the corner, fang peeking out, “please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

Your silence is answer enough for him, his chuckle is low as he cups your face, pressing his lips upon yours fervently, pulling back the second you give in.

“You’re trembling, always trembled for me, hm? You want me too, you need me. Say it.”

“I—oh!”

His hand slips beneath the sheets, the heat of his palm spreading across the expanse of your stomach. Slowly, he drags the fabric down until your (read: his) sweatshirt is tangled at your waist. The faint moonlight glimmers against your bare thighs.

“Perfect,” he breathes, eyes glued to you, “always so fucking perfect for me.”

He presses his mouth to your collarbone, teeth scraping your skin, sucking into you so hard as a promise to bruise you. His fingers trail lower, grazing the line of your panties.

You jerk up, not being able to move much, “Sunghoon—oh god!”

“Shh,” his lips brush the shell of your ear, “you left me starving, baby, you thought I’d let you go that easily when every fucking inch of you belongs to me, huh? I won’t let you run again.”

The pad of his finger pushes against your clothed slit, drawing a circle so languid it makes your back arch despite yourself. You want to resist, to bite back the sound crawling up your throat, but he notices the way your thighs twitch.

“There it is,” he whispers, proud, “your body knows me.”

With one tug, your panties are shoved aside, baring your folds to the cool night air, to him. His fingers slide between, slick already gathering. He hums, pleased with what he sees, especially the tears forming in your eyes, shame seeping in you of not being able to control yourself, of letting him back into your life just like that.

“Wet for me, even now. You can lie with your mouth, baby, but your cunt stays true to me.”

The vulgarity makes your cheeks burn, but his finger dipping lower, teasing your entrance, steals your protest ever so easily. He doesn’t push in—he circles, presses against you, toys until you’re panting against the sheets, struggling to move. 

Then, suddenly, he pushes in, one slender finger, curling, finding that spot he’s memorized so well. You choke out a sound, writhing against the rope.

“Shh,” he coos mockingly, “the neighbours might hear. Do you want them to know how much you beg for your fucking ex?”

You shake your head, gasping, but his pace quickens. His free hand closes around your throat—not too harsh, but just enough to remind you who controls the air in your lungs.

“That’s it,” he groans, “fucking look at me while I ruin you.”

Your eyes flutter, but he squeezes your neck lightly, forcing your gaze to his. His dark stare pins you to him as his fingers pump deeper. Another digit joins the first, stretching you until your legs shake.

“You’ll cum on my hand,” he says, like a command, “and then you’ll beg for my cock, yeah?”

Your whimpers only fuel him. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing harsh circles while his fingers curl harder. The sensation builds up sharply, your body arching against the restraints.

“You think anyone else can touch you like this?” he hisses, “no one knows how to open you up. No one makes you squirt like I do.”

The words practically slice through you. Your walls tighten around his fingers, the pressure unbearable. His grip on your throat tightens just slightly, pushing you over the edge.

It crashes into you, the unadulterated pleasure, your juices spilling, your thighs shaking, wetness coating his hand. You cry out, strangled, as your body convulses under him.

“Fuck—” he groans, watching the slick drip onto the sheets, “that’s mine, yeah? All fucking mine, baby.”

He withdraws his soaked fingers, holding them up to the light before shoving them into your mouth, “taste it. Taste what I take from you.”

Your tongue obeys despite your mind’s panic, licking the salt of yourself from his skin. He watches, eyes glazed, as if the sight alone is enough to break him, however, he isn’t finished.

He strips his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room. Unzips, frees himself, his cock all ready for you—thick, hard, waiting for your inviting cunt. He strokes it a few times, then lines himself against your soaked entrance.

“Sunghoon—”

“Say you don’t want me,” his tip nudges your hole, parting your folds, “say it, and I’ll leave.”

You try to speak but your breath catches, and silence damns you.

“Exactly, baby”

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you wide. The intrusion burns, but pleasure blurs the pain. He groans low, head falling to your shoulder and you moan out.

“Hoonie!”

“Fuck—you still fit me like no one else. Tight little pussy was made just for me.”

You whimper, ropes biting your wrists as you struggle. He began to thrust, each one deeper than the last, harder, until the bed creaked under each snap of his hips.

“That’s it, take it, baby,” he groans into your ear, “hell, just choke on your own moans. You left me starving—now I’ll fuck the memory back into you.”

His hand returns to your throat, pressing, while the other clutches your thigh wide open. His rhythm is merciless, just how he’d always been, cock slamming against your walls until you cry out again, and again.

“Louder,” he commands, “let everyone hear how much you still want me.”

Tears sting your eyes, but your body betrays you again. Each thrust pushes you higher, clit rubbing against his skin until sparks burst behind your eyelids.

“You’ll cum on my cock,” he snarls, “scream my name when you do.”

The pressure is unbearable by now. He slaps your thigh, thrusts harder, choking you just enough to make your world spin on his axis. Then you shatter—squirting all over him, soaking his length, body convulsing.

“Fuck, yes—” he curses, still thrusting into you, “you’re mine.”

His pace grows wild, brutal almost, and with a final thrust, he buries himself deep, groaning your name as he spills hot inside you.

Silence follows—ragged breaths, your wrists raw against the rope, his chest heaving against yours, little whimpers still leaving your lips, reverberating the room. But then his lips brush your ear, voice a promise, or rather, a threat.

“You thought you left me, but this?” He thrusts shallowly, reminding you he’s still inside as you moan, “this is forever. I’ll be back tomorrow night, and the night after. Until you understand—that you’re fucking mine.”

The room feels colder now, while your heart pounds with dread and something darker you can’t name. And when he unties you, he kisses your wrists softly, reverently, as if the rope burns are vows.

With a last smirk, he kisses you deeply, “mine,” he whispers, smirking, leaving you aching for more. 

And more. 

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sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏᴜs !! 📷 (teaser)

── .✦ pairing: p.sh x reader

‘ Top Fashion Journalist of the Year ’ is a title you live up to through your many successful publishings. Though when you hit a slump in your writing you find nothing better to write about other than a certain top model and his whereabouts which gathers more attention than you anticipated.

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...

…or in simple words… ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ!sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ x ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᝰ.ᐟ wc - tbc…

est. release date: Early September

teaser word count: 1k approx.

warnings!! and mentions!! (For the full fic) brat tamer!hoon, mean!dom hoon, unprotected p in v, riding, oral!m rec, bathroom + mirror sex, doggy, pussy slapping, one instance where hoon takes a photo and records an audio, bickering + profanities, both of them can get a little hot headed at times sorry !!! ><

“3..2..1.. action!”

“Everybody let’s welcome our nation’s pure love, trending topic and Top Model since his modelling debut four years ago— Park Sunghoon! Thank you for joining us today for an interview Mr Park, you’re undoubtedly on a tight schedule so we won’t waste your time any further, am I right? Ahem— What’s one word of advice you’d like to offer to the aspiring models in training under your agency XO Management Mr Park?”

Sunghoon thought he signed up for an interview on a talk show, not two truths and a lie. Because there’s never been a day where he’s not on the hot search of every platform, and he’s been crowned as a Top Model across multiple continents ever since his criminally handsome features first flickered onto the LED screens of cracked-astonished phones. But out of the catalogue of appraising adjectives of “attractive”, “once in a lifetime” and “the pinnacle of good baby making” as his agent had once read out to him in an article, no one would be able to find even the smallest drop of “pure” in him.

Every street that his long legs extended out towards were squeezed compact with boutiques and parfum stores that advertised his face on big screen displays which carousels photos shot under studio perfected lighting. Employees who shamelessly flaunted his name around as they herded passerby fans inside their outlets of stacked shelves filled with his brand deals smiled at the thought of that month’s bonus. And his agent Jungwon is constantly being put to the test sorting out the piles of brazen contracts, modelling deals and runway collectives he was born to walk for on his desk.

To cut it short he’s been put on the highest pedestal possible ever since he entered the modelling industry with due thanks to a street cast, and he has no intentions of ever falling off of his high horse granted by fans; who turned a blind eye to reality and fell for the pristinely manufactured and packaged version of the Park Sunghoon. The Park Sunghoon who brightens up the room like the New York skylines at night with his perfectly rounded smile he prides himself in; that he practiced in the mirror for days on end after his direct superior had criticised he wasn’t ‘authentic’ enough to make his modelling debut with a clean and soft act.

The director was right on that note— he isn’t authentic, and there’s a lot he has to lose if even a crack appears in his porcelain mask lightly powdered with high end foundation he’s advertised before, but doesn’t hold the attachment to remember its name amongst thousands of other deals.

“Three words to the aspiring models under the agency— not ‘I love you’. But don’t get reckless. That’s all.” The model plays off his regret-bound message with the same warming laugh he must have used at least a million times, because it soothes the unsteady tension of his speech than if he had only spoken monotonously.

“Well said Mr Park I’m sure they have a lot to learn from you. Next question then?”

“Cut!” The host turns to look at the camera crew scribbling on notepads before they handed him the next scripted question.

Sunghoon was reckless once, and many times before that. Still, he’d show up to shoot another five commercials the next day without a worry in the world about a speck of dirt on his clean record. But for the first time since he was given his flowers for being an effortlessly charming model his leg bounced up and down nervously and his fingers started to fiddle and crinkle the cuffs of his expensive chiffon shirt.

All he can think about is Saturday night when he received a call from another big shot in the acting industry. Some woman he’s been seeing for about three weeks now; no strings attached, a means of destressing each other from the heave of busy schedules all month through some lazy fucking behind his agency’s back. She had called to see him again unaware that Sunghoon would send her right back up the stairs of the no-name motel alone, he was going to end the dirty trade deal between the two before matters could spiral. He’s smart enough to know not to get soaked in the crave of lust before it becomes fatal for his blooming evergreen forest of a career.

He was smart enough to refuse bringing the company car, smart enough to not take a cab either. He was smart and careful enough to remove his signature watch around his wrist, cover his recently dyed hair under a beanie, and suffocate his face stuffy with a mask ridden high up his tall nose bridge.

But he wasn’t smart enough to take the argument with the actress somewhere private, stood a foot apart from each other as she stuck an accusing finger at his face; shouting, from not only her mouth but his as well. ‘Heartless’, ‘sleazy’, Sunghoon sworn they had agreed to keep this unfruitful tie of theirs void of feelings and yet she stands with her hands reaching to grab the collar of his shirt with force; as if he had committed the mortal sin of cheating rather than wanting to end this arranged sex schedule on top of his modelling one.

Sunghoon isn’t the type to get angry and ahead of himself— on camera at least. But he’s possessed by a flaw hidden beneath the persona pushed onto him at the promise of fame, one that reveals itself the moment he grips her wrist harshly to push her off of him in a heated mania.

A flaw that will be revealed to the rest of the world wrapped in a jaw dropping scandal when the camera that clicked in the distance decides to release those damning photos.

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Buzz - KNJ (18+)

Pairing:boyfriend!Namjoon X Fem! Reader

Theme: pwp, SMUT.

Wordcount: 0.9k+

Summary: In which Namjoon punishes you.

Warnings: SMUT, pwp, use of a vibrator, orgasm denial, doggy style, unprotected sex (be safe), creampie, spanking. NSFW!!

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Namjoon smiles with his dimples in full view. 

In other times, those would have made butterflies somersault in your tummy, but right now, you only drip more. His smirk perfectly matches the wild look in his dragon eyes. 

His smile, his stare, his bulky body hovering over yours - everything makes you lose your mind, increases your anticipation by ten fold. 

But then you hear it. You hear the buzz.

He pulls out the vibrator from his backpocket. And smiles dangerously at your widened eyes. 

“Kim Namjoon, what are you planning to do?” your voice betrays you. There’s more excitement than dread. 

“Jagi, you know you should be punished for the stunt you pulled today.” he says, one of his long fingers hooks on the thin material of your panty. He slides the article off of your body smoothly. Turning on the vibrator, he puts the tool right on your clit. 

“Fuck” you curse at the sensession. 

Your already sleek pussy starts pooling with warmth. The vibration feels delicious on your clit. Your eyes roll back, your back arch to press your nerve on the device even more. Your fists grab the bedsheets for your dear life. 

Namjoon chuckles darkly, “what a slut you are, jagi.” 

His finger probes into your hole without any warning. A loud moan spills through your lips, “Joon ah”. 

“Yeah baby, tell me what you want.” he asks, thrusting his finger at a rapid pace. 

“Joon, ung, please more” you somehow manage to utter despite the continuous assault. 

“Yeah? You want more?” Namjoon’s voice dips an octave lower as he adds another finger to your core, he presses the vibrator to your core even more. 

An incoherent sentence, some slew of curses make their way out of your mouth. Your vision gets blurry with tears of pleasure. You are close, so close. 

“Fuck baby! Look how you are clenching my fingers! Fuck” Namjoon curses. His voice, the apparent want in it, pushes you closer to your climax. 

“I.. I- I am close.” the knot in your stomach tightens. And then everything stops right away. 

Namjoon retracts his fingers, taking away the buzz of the tool as well! 

“Namjoon! What the fuck!” you scream in frustration. You were so close, just one step away from the euphoric feeling.

Namjoon only chuckles, “you really thought I would give it to you so easily? After you flirted with Hoseok like that?”  

Your boyfriend is a jealous gremlin, you should have remembered. 

“I wasn’t flirting with him, joon!” you whine. You are half naked and dripping on your sheets but he has to talk about his friend? How is that justified? 

“Oh you absolutely were.” he argues, starting to unbutton his shirt, “And you need to be punished for that.” 

Once his shirt is gone, revealing the honey-tanned skin of his chest, he starts unbuckling his belt.  

He stands before you wearing nothing but his boxers, almost matching your half-naked state. His hair is dishevelled, some strands are sticking to his sweat-sleeked forehead. Namjoon looks heavenly. You thank all the gods above for making him yours.  

“On your fours. Now.” his command registers. You fix your position, popping yourself up on your legs and hands. 

Before you can question him anything, a sharp slap lands on your ass. A shrill leaves through your parted mouth. 

“Tell me who do you belong to?” Namjoon questions, another slap rings as if punctuating his question. 

“You! You! You! I belong to you” you answer in a haste. 

“Then why did you flirt with Hoseok?” another slap. 

You know it’s not the right time to argue. 

“I’m sorry” another slap, “I’m sorry, joon. I will never flirt with him.” another slap. 

“Oh, so you will flirt with other men who are not him?” another slap. 

“No! Fuck!” the skin of your ass starts stinging deliciously. A pool of wetness gushes to your core. 

“Good girl” he praises and just when you thought that the spanks have come to an end, he humbles you with one last slap.

Your limbs are about to give up. But Namjoon holds your thighs apart, you hear shuffling. He takes off his boxers and drills his cock in your cunt in one go. You grasp. 

“Ooff! So fucking tight” he mumbles, adjusting himself inside you. “You okay?” 

You nod, giving him the green light for thrusting. He starts with a slow pace but right after two thrusts he picks up his speed. 

The bed starts creaking after a while. 

Namjoon fucks you in an inhumane pace. He curses in between his thrusts, finger nails dipping in the skin of your waist. 

For a second time tonight, you start inching towards your orgasm. But then Namjoon places the buzzing object on your clit again and you lose your wit. The orgasm that you could hold for a minute more, rushes out of you without any resistance. 

“Baby! You just creamed my cock!” Namjoon grumbles. You moan at his praise. 

Soon enough, his thrusts start losing rhythm. You know he is close too. 

Within a few more seconds, Namjoon screams, spilling his hot white release inside your cunt. 

His seed rains down your thigh, drenching the bedsheets. 

He leans down, places his head on your back. 

“Fuck baby! You are so hot. I can’t blame Hoseok for having eyes on you.” 

You only chuckle at his silliness.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

the pocket pussy incident ᢉ𐭩 yunho & mingi

yunho filled it, mingi swallowed it, you drenched them both

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✮ yunho x f!reader x mingi

✮ warnings: a lil plot (if u squint), nsfw, smutty, multiple rounds, m/f/m threesome, sex toy play, cum play, cum eating, switch between dom/sub dynamics, spit play (lots of it lmao), oral (m!&f!receiving), face sittin, p in v, creampies, cum stuffing, cockwarming, overstimulation, recording, squirting (bless reader's heart), degradation/praise kink, double penetration, hair pulling, light choking, bf!yunho shows slight jealousy, mingi is a whiny baby (his stuttering is intentional), aftercare(??), i may be missing some

✮ if ur new here, hi!!! this is a spin-off from my pocket pussy drabbles. if you want a teensy bit of info on how these two were characterized, i recommend reading their sections. thank you sm for reading <333

side note: yunho (solo) was tied in the polls with this duo, so i gave him the est. relationship w/ reader!!

You were kind, if not gracious—even when it meant sending your boyfriend a mold of your pussy while being out of town. 

It started off as a joke one morning while sitting in your hotel room on the phone with Yunho. He had been longing for you, your body. His hand was not doing the job, the pent-up energy almost being too much to handle.

You still had another two weeks until you could see him again, so you figured you’d take matters into your own hands–and quite literally you did. 

That same evening, you went to the local sex shop nearby.

You walked into the store, scavenging every aisle for a molding kit. This needed to be special and uniquely you; in the process, you didn’t know if this was for your own gain or his.

The determination on your face as you read each box left the shop workers in awe or potentially concerned. Despite that you made the purchase of a whopping $90 and didn’t even bother to cover up the bag’s name, “Orgasms Galore,” as you entered the elevator to your hotel room. 

You're glad your company booked you a single room for your work trip because you knew you were about to be bust wide open in many different ways.

You took a quick shower to trim and shave, trying to make the molding process as seamless as possible. Afterwards, you got the instruction page and spread eagle on the king mattress.

You mixed everything, double-checking every note, a mirror positioned in front of you to make sure you were getting everything just right.

It had to be just right.

Right for him.

It was mid-evening by the time the cast was set, thankful for its speedy process, you find the nearest mail dropbox addressed to Yunho with an expedited request, a small note accompanied with it: “all yours, whether im present or miles away ;)”

A few days later, Yunho receives a box at his doorstep–he wasn’t expecting anything from you, but he wasn’t complaining about what graced his apartment doorstep.

He was fresh out the shower, hair damp and pushed back. He was wearing one of your oversized shirts that still had the smell of your perfume, hanging lazily off his collarbone. 

He examines the box, turning it every which way, even shakes it a little–like he was trying to play the guessing game of what it was. 

His examination was disrupted by a text message from you.

you: listen to my voice notes, baby

He immediately tracks his way to his bedroom. It’s nighttime, his lamp softly lighting the room, he was about to go to sleep, but your message left too much mystery for him to ignore. 

Yunho finally opens the box with careful hands, his ears turning the same color as a strawberry once he realizes what it was.

yunyun: you’re insane

i’ll be busy the rest of the night, gn, love u <3

He takes out the pocket pussy and tosses the box aside while skimming the note you left him. He then scrolls to his hidden voice notes on his phone–he has a favorite folder of your voice: “quick nut.”

Yunho is always hard for you; the text of you saying “baby” is what started it, but seeing the clone of one of his favorite body parts had his cock leaking. 

“Fuckkkkk. Can’t believe she did this.” He was in awe of what you created for him, but also flustered in the best way.

Yunho drops his shorts and sits on the edge of the bed, grabs his headphones from his nightstand so he can hear every moan, groan, and squeal from you explicitly.

His cock was hitting his stomach, begging to be touched in some way. He strokes it with his hands a few times and presses play on his phone, your voice emerging into his ears.

“Hi, baby, hope you’ve been good while I’ve been gone.”

He groans, spitting into his hands as a replacement for lube, and slowly inserts himself into the pocket pussy.

He tilts his head back at the feeling, a replica of the actual pussy he loved so much. The audio continues to play as he speeds up his thrust, the leaking of precum and mix of spit making the most lude noises. 

“I miss you, my pussy misses you.”

“I’m almost there, Yun, how about you?”

“Finish with me, yeah?”

Yunho begins to feel the buildup of it all, the emotion and the raw need of wanting you in his arms right now. 

His hands gripping the sheets as his toes curl at the feeling.

He eventually disregards the audio and starts whispering to himself, caught up in the lust and love of it all. 

“I missed you…I just fucking need you.”

He then closes his eyes, trying to imagine you, your scent, the way you clench around him just the way he likes, the way you leave marks along his back and arms.

With one more hard thrust up into the pocket pussy, he fills it up to the brim. It’s filthy and overwhelming altogether.

“Damn it, I’m sorry, babe–I didn’t even ask to fill you up like this.”

Looking at the wall after finishing, still undressed, he feels something wet hit his thigh–figures it's just a mixture of spit and his cum–but he was actually tearing up. 

The desire and guilt of wanting you was so much, he was needy and alone. Never a good combo.

He didn’t bother to clean the pocket pussy, but he did slide it into the top drawer of his nightstand while glancing at it one more time, leaving him even more embarrassed by the time he pulled up his shorts and laid down for bed. 

He was on the brink of deep sleep until he got a message from Mingi: “comin over tmr mornin, be up.”

And for once, Mingi actually came at the time he stated, without ever waiting for a response from Yunho. 

Mingi was bright and early, knocking on the door of Yunho’s apartment with coffee and donuts in hand. Just trying to catch up with a close friend.

Yunho was slow to the door–hadn’t even gotten the chance to brush his teeth yet, the scent of your shirt still lingering on him, his hair disheveled in all kinds of ways.

“Hey bro—”

“Woah, what the hell happened to you? You look terrible.”

“You’ve been crying? Your face is–”

“Good morning to you, Mingi. I’m doing great.”

“Your breath stinks, man.”

“Get in the damn house and take off your shoes.” Yunho motions to Mingi, and he does as he’s told, going into the kitchen to set the breakfast onto the island. 

“Since my breath stinks so bad, I’ll be in the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

Mingi nods with a concerned look, not sure what was going on with Yunho. 

Looking for clean dishes as his friend leaves the kitchen, Mingi accidentally bumps the coffee he brought on the counter, creating a small mess.

“Shit.”

He begins to look for napkins, but none were on the counter, under the sink, or even in the pantry. 

He huffs and whispers to himself, almost defeated over a small spill. “This dude never goes shopping.”

Mingi is so familiar with Yunho’s apartment, he knows he leaves smaller takeout napkins in his drawers, so that becomes his next stop.

But he is astonished when he goes to open the bedroom door as he talks to himself.

“Why does it smell like sex in here?”

“Wait, but she’s not back yet…is he cheating?”

“No, he would never.” Mingi brushes off his thoughts and just continues to the nightstand and reveals the smell that hit him. 

The pocket pussy that Yunho didn’t clean in all of its glory in his top drawer, Mingi goes to pick it up with his heart almost pounding out of his chest.

He holds it like a baby, like it’s something special, admiring the attention to detail until Yunho’s voice echoes throughout the room.

“Put. It. Down. Now.”

He puts it down.

Mingi doesn’t know if he should be jealous or intrigued; he’s always had a soft spot for you, but going after his best friend’s girl would just be morally wrong in his eyes. 

Mingi hesitantly turns to face Yunho in the doorframe, not looking as disheveled as he did before. A smirk gracing his face. 

“Fucking a pussy that’s not yours, huh?”

“It is actually. It’s molded specifically from her.”

Mingi’s smirk falters a bit, realizes the love and care you have for Yunho, not knowing if he’ll ever experience you in that capacity. 

But he doesn’t miss the opportunity to inquire about the item sitting in the drawer.

“So this is the accurate replica?”

Yunho’s eyes widen a bit, was mindful of your relationship with Mingi–close friends, nothing more. The lust seemed one-sided, but was it reallyyy?

“Why do ya wanna know?”

“Just… educating myself.”

“Educating yourself on my girl’s vagina? Right…seems logical.”

Mingi just shrugs, taking a quick glance at the pocket pussy again, looks harder–sees the dried white liquid coating the outside lips and involuntarily shivers at the sight. 

“Didn’t seem to clean it, must’ve been that good. Must be nice, but I would’ve cleaned this up and the real one— ”

Instead of getting angry, Yunho gets shy.

The mess he left shows his obsession with you, something that was supposed to be kept secret, was now on full display. 

In front of his best friend, nonetheless.

“I–I, it was good. She’s that good. I miss her.”

“I miss her too. Been thinking bout’ her non-stop. Her laugh is everything—”

The room goes dead silent at the revelation of how much fondness Mingi holds for you, and the tension in the air gets heavy and thick. 

Their eyes locked onto one another, not paying attention to the jingle of keys outside the door.

The padding of shoes on the hardwood.

The spilled coffee dripping and getting sticky on the counter.

And the text you sent Yunho earlier.

you: manager is sick, rest of trip cancelled, will be home soon <3!

You noticed as you stepped through the door that there were donuts on the island, bathroom light was on, and there was coffee for two–thinking that he wanted to surprise you for your arrival back, how wrong you were.

After not seeing Yunho in any of the other rooms, you went down the longer hallway, and you see Yunho’s tall frame standing in the doorway. 

One hand on his hip, another hanging on the door frame–his knuckles clenched, almost white. He’s tense; his shoulders not relaxed, and you have no plausible idea why.

Yunho takes up the whole door, so you can’t see who or what is in the bedroom.

You place a hand on the small of his back as you walk up he instantly relaxes under your touch. You smile a bit and take note of your perfume being on him. 

Yunho froze for a fraction of a second, his chest tightened as your eyes looked past him, a flush crept across his cheeks, his Adam's apple bobbing. 

When he turns to fully face you, you catch a glimpse of the figure inside the room.

Mingi. 

But Yunho’s hand twitched at his hip first, shifting on one foot to the other, kind of avoiding your eyes.

“I’m guessing no one read my text, huh?”

Yunho blushes–smiles and engulfs you in a hug and kisses your forehead.

While Mingi stays back a bit but with a small smile, not sure where he stands at this point. 

“Text? What text? Why are you back so early?”

“If you would actually read my messages, that wouldn’t be a question.”

Mingi speaks up, “Who cares? We’ve missed you.”

You break away from Yunho to look at Mingi, his long dark hair partly covering his eyes, his expression mixed and a bit unreadable, which is a first for you to see.

“I’ve missed you guys, too. So much. What were you two doing in here anyway?”

That’s when you hear the creaky nightstand being closed as Mingi pushes back against it, everything that equaled suspicious.

“We were just talking, babe.” 

“Oh, so you’re lying to me now?”

“How do you know–”

“Neither one of you has made direct eye contact with me since I walked in here. What’s in the drawer?” 

“Noth–”

“Fuck, what the hell, it’s the pocket pussy you sent me. Mingi walked in and I-I…we just missed you.”

“So you two were having fun without me?” You said jokingly, a smirk on your face. 

But you notice that maybe Mingi didn’t take it that way.

That’s when Mingi’s eyes light up, the tiniest inkling that you just may see him in that way, that maybe you would give him a chance to experience everything Yunho has had. 

“You would let me… ‘have fun’…with you?” Mingi’s voice is unsure, his face heating up at the thought.

Mingi was always attractive in your eyes, tall, built, sweet–everything a woman would want. A man who’ve you been close to all this time, but never took it to second base. 

Yunho’s hands go to your waist and squeeze, his jaw tight at the question, waiting for your response. 

He put your wants and feelings first all the time, and he couldn’t deny the thought aroused him, but also couldn’t deny the possessive wave that rushed through him.

You rub your hands along his, soothing him, a small it’s okay. Can feel all the emotion and tension that’s in the air surrounding the three of you.

You then look up at Yunho, eyes trying to search for the light in his. He gives you a nod, his eyes darting toward Mingi. 

“Show me.”

“Show me what you two were doing before I got here.” 

Your tone was sharper, no longer in joking around—not that you really were in the first place.

You can hear Yunho gulp beside you, getting fidgety. Mingi eyes the drawer he’s still standing next to and opens it again.

“I wasn’t doing anything, but I can’t say the same for him.” Mingi motions towards Yunho, who has since let go of your waist and makes strides toward the drawer.

“We really were just talking, but since you insist, want to see how I fucked this copy of your cunt last night? Hm?”

You go silent, lips parted but no words forming, the heat rushing to your cheeks. 

Yunho watches your expression shift, his chest rising fast, while Mingi’s hands flex like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

Mingi blinks. “You’re serious?”

Yunho swallows, but instead of stopping it, he reaches into the creaky drawer. 

His long fingers curl around the toy, lifting it like evidence. 

“Last night… I couldn’t stop,” he admits. He glances at Mingi, then back to you.

“I thought about you. About you choking me while I fucked it. I filled it up until it leaked all over my hand.”

You bite your lip, the confession making your thighs clench. Yunho never talks like this unless he’s too far gone, and Mingi looks like his knees are about to give out.

“Well then, once again, show me how bad you really missed me.”

Yunho places the toy back on the nightstand and looks at you helplessly, like he still can’t believe you’d ask him to reenact it. 

Mingi, though, is burning. His chest is heaving, his gaze darting between you and Yunho like he’s asking for permission.

“Mingi,” finally looking directly at him. His breath stutters.

“Yeah?”

“You wanted to know if it was accurate, right?” you say, fully stepping into the room. 

You press yourself against Yunho’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist. 

“Why don’t you find out?”

The words hang there, almost dangerous. Yunho stiffens, then groans quietly into your hair. He’s too far gone to deny you, too turned on to stop it.

Mingi’s lips part, eyes glassy, and for the first time, he looks at Yunho. 

“If I touch her, you won’t hate me?”

Yunho clenches his jaw, dragging his gaze down your body. His thumb rubs your hip bone in nervous circles.

 “If she wants it.” He looks at you, desperate for your answer. “…then I don’t get to hate you.”

That’s all Mingi needed to hear.

He steps forward, trembling with restraint, and the way he looks at you, like you’re something divine, makes your pulse race.

You reach out and tug his wrist, placing his big palm low on your waist, right next to where Yunho is already gripping. Their hands nearly touch. Both men stare at each other, then at you.

“Fuck,” Yunho whispers, burying his face in your neck.

 Mingi’s thumb brushes your skin like he’s not worthy.

“Show me how much you’ve both missed me. Right fucking now.”

Yunho groans, the sound raw in his throat. Mingi swears under his breath, lips parted like he’s seconds away from begging.

“Take off your shirt,” you tell Mingi. His chest shudders. He peels it off fast, and it makes your pussy throb when you realize he’s wearing one of yours underneath, another oversized tee you left at his place months ago.

“You kept that?” you ask.

Mingi nods, cheeks red. “Smells like you.”

Yunho’s jaw tightens, but his cock twitches through his sweats. You feel it press your hip as he mumbles, 

“I fuckin’ get it.”

You grab the toy from the nightstand and hold it up between them. 

“Show me how you fucked this, Yunho.”

He freezes, ears pink, but his eyes are filled with need.

Slowly, he takes it from your hand, sits on the edge of the bed, and pushes his sweats down. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking

“God, baby, look at me,” he whispers, lining himself up. And then he pushes into the toy with a whimper. His head falls back, and the filthy wet sounds fill the room as he thrusts.

You crawl onto the bed, straddling his thigh. Your eyes flick up to Mingi. “Film him.”

“What?”

“Use my phone. I want more voice notes, wanna hear him moaning for me when I’m gone.”

Mingi scrambles for the phone, fumbling with the camera, hands shaking so bad it makes the footage blur. But then he steadies it, filming Yunho’s flushed face, the slick movement of the toy swallowing him down.

“Say something, baby,” you purr, running your nails down Yunho’s chest.

He whines, so red his ears burn. “I’m filling you up, fuck—I need you so bad.”

The moment cracks something in Mingi. 

You turn to him. “Take your pants off. Sit on the other side of me.”

He obeys instantly, cock springing up, precum leaking down his shaft.

You spit into your palm, the sound loud in the room, and Mingi’s eyes go wide when you use it to slick him up. You stroke him slow, your thumb smearing precum over his slit.

“Spit in my mouth,” you order.

Mingi gasps but doesn’t hesitate. He leans down, drool pooling on his tongue before he lets it drip right onto yours. You moan into it, the sound making Yunho’s thrusts stutter. 

“Damnnnnit,” Yunho groans, pounding harder into the toy now.

You break the kiss with Mingi and spit right onto the head of his cock, stroking him harder, watching his thighs shake.

“Want to cum already?” you tease.

“I—I’m trying, fuck, I can’t,” Mingi’s voice cracks, his head dropping onto your shoulder. He looks ruined just from your hand.

“Hold it,” you snap.

Yunho suddenly pulls the toy off, stroking his slick cock in his fist. He looks at Mingi with dark, blown-out eyes. 

“Eat it.”

Mingi freezes. “Excuse me?”

“Eat what’s inside.” Yunho’s voice is shaky, but firm. He tips the toy up, and cum drips from the molded lips.

Mingi’s eyes roll when you tilt his chin and push the toy to his mouth. 

“Open.”

He parts his lips, shaky, and you tip Yunho’s cum into his mouth. He moans as it hits his tongue, tears springing to his eyes, and he swallows hard. “Fuck—”

Yunho looks like he’s going to cum again just from watching.

You then unstraddle Yunho and push Mingi down on the bed, straddle his face, and tug Yunho’s wrist so he’s hovering behind you.

“You get to compare the real thing now,” you taunt, grinding down onto Mingi’s mouth. 

“Find out which is your favorite.”

Mingi’s tongue is everywhere—messy, desperate, like he’s been waiting years. You gasp when he spits on your pussy, then sucks your clit like he’s starved. 

Yunho groans behind you, his hands gripping your waist as he watches.

“Fuck, she’s squirting.” Yunho chokes when Mingi shoves two fingers inside you, and you gush all over his face. Mingi moans into your cunt like he’s drowning, swallowing everything.

“Good boy,” you pant, tugging his hair. “Don’t waste a drop.”

Yunho can’t take it anymore. He lines up behind you, pushes in slow, and you both moan at once.

“You’re so warm, babe,” Yunho gasps, already gripping your hips like he’ll lose it.

“Fill her up while I taste it,” Mingi begs from under you, voice muffled against your pussy.

 Yunho pounds into you, loud and sloppy, groaning your name. You cum hard again, squirting all over Mingi’s face and chest as Yunho empties inside you with a cry.

When Yunho pulls out, you slide off Mingi’s mouth and down onto his cock. He’s already shaking, tears streaking his face, and when he sinks inside you, he sobs.

“You feel so good, I’m seriously so close.”

“Cum inside.”

He wails and does, thick, hot, endless, his hips jerking, tears spilling down his cheeks as he fills you.

Yunho leans over, panting, and smears the mess leaking out of you onto his fingers before pushing it into Mingi’s mouth.

“Taste,” he orders.

Mingi moans around Yunho’s fingers, swallowing everything like it’s his life calling.

The three of you are still tangled, bodies sweaty and twitching. Mingi is still inside you, cock softening but refusing to leave, clinging like he can’t bear to let go. 

Yunho lies behind you, peppering desperate kisses down your neck, his fingers lazily stroking the mess leaking out of you.

Your phone is still recording the whole thing on the nightstand, red dot blinking. A new “voice note,” only this time it’s both of them.

“You’re dripping,” Yunho murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Cum’s just spilling out of you, baby. So messy.”

Mingi whimpers at his words, hips jerking shallowly inside you. 

“Don’t… don’t let it fall out. Please.”

You laugh softly, tilting your head back against Yunho’s shoulder. 

“Look at him, Yun, my pussy’s squeezing him, and you’re pressed up right behind me, all hard. Cock pressed to my ass, needy. You’re warming each other up perfectly, baby.”

 “Not fair,” Yunho mutters, pouting. His palm presses into your stomach. “I wanna keep her warm, too.”

Mingi lifts his head, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, voice shaky. “We can share, right?”

Yunho’s eyes darken, but when you squeeze his thigh, he gives you a tiny nod. His voice comes out low. 

“Fine. But I’m not just letting her go.”

You grin, stroking both their arms. “Good boys. Then let’s play again.”

You roll your hips deliberately, and Mingi shouts, his cock twitching inside you like he’s never been used before.

“Sensitive?” you tease.

“I can’t, I can’t—” He’s trembling, already halfway to tears again.

Yunho smirks into your neck. “Pathetic. You cum once and you’re already begging off?”

Mingi’s head shakes violently. “N-no, I can keep going, I’ll take it, fuck, I’ll take it all.”

You reach for Yunho’s drawer again and pull out a sleek vibrator you’d left there prior, pressing it into  Mingi’s unsteady hand. 

“Put this on my clit while you’re inside me. Don’t stop, no matter how much I beg.”

Mingi stares at you like you’ve sentenced him to death, but flicks it on anyway. 

The low buzz makes your whole body jolt, and Yunho’s laugh is breathless against you.

“Oh, she’s gonna squirt again,” he whispers, eyes fixed between your thighs. 

“I can feel her clenching already.”

“Don’t stop,” you moan, grabbing Mingi’s wrist to pin the vibrator harder against you. “Do it until I soak both of you.”

“Good god, god, god—” Mingi’s babbling now, chest heaving, cock jerking inside you with every squeeze of your walls.

Yunho growls in your ear. “You hear that? She’s gonna make a mess all over you. My girl’s cunt is using you, Mingi.”

That sends you over, your body convulses, gushing so hard it sprays Yunho’s torso and Mingi’s stomach as you stay sandwiched between them. 

Mingi leans up a bit and screams into your shoulder, rutting helplessly.

“Holy fuck, she’s flooding me,” he sobs. 

Yunho’s hand shoots out, gripping Mingi’s throat. Not choking, but firm enough to make him freeze. 

“Don’t you dare cum until she tells you to.”

Mingi whines, nodding frantically, precum spilling down his shaft even as he holds back.

You tilt your head, panting, smirking through your aftershocks. 

“Good job. Now I need both of you to spit in my mouth, kay?”

Yunho groans, leaning over your shoulder, letting a thick string of spit fall onto your tongue. 

Mingi follows clumsily, drool dripping down his chin as he misses the first time, then hits your tongue.

You swallow, moaning loud. “Fuck. My boys taste so good.”

Yunho’s eyes roll back, his cock twitching again. “Say it again.”

“My boys.” You drag your nails down both their arms. “Mine.”

Yunho grabs your phone off the nightstand again and shoves it at Mingi. 

“Now it’s her turn. Do it.”

Mingi hits record, slowly becoming your personal cameraman throughout this.

He pointed it at your soaked pussy stretched around his cock, vibrator still buzzing against you.

“Tell her what you want,” Yunho demands, voice rough.

Mingi’s voice cracks. “I want my seed in her, please. I wanna cum inside until she can’t hold anymore, I’ll eat it if it spills, I swear.”

“Fuck—do it,” you moan, arching back into Yunho. “Fill me up again.”

Mingi’s cry is wrecked, body jittery as he finally lets go. He spills inside you hard, sobbing, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. 

Yunho immediately slides his fingers down, scooping the overflow and shoving it into Mingi’s mouth again.

“Swallow your mess,” Yunho snarls.

Mingi whimpers around Yunho’s fingers.

But Yunho isn’t done. He shoves two of his cum-slicked fingers inside you, pumping them fast. 

“Gotta give me one more squirt, baby. One more for the camera.”

You scream, body jerking as you gush again, soaking both of them, the sheets, the phone lens.

The video ends with Yunho’s voice—rough and possessive.

“That’s mine. All fucking mine.”

Yunho doesn’t give you a second to breathe once he’s had his fill of watching Mingi whine while in your pussy. 

He’s dragging you onto all fours, hand gripping the back of your neck like a leash.

“Up, baby. Knees apart. Show him who fucks you for real.”

Mingi’s already flushed, cock leaking against his stomach, but Yunho just jerks his chin at him.

“Get in front of her. You wanna be useful? Stuff her throat while I stuff her cunt.”

The second Mingi shuffles forward, cock hovering by your lips, Yunho sinks into you from behind, one brutal thrust that makes your arms buckle. 

You cry out around Mingi’s cock when he slides into your mouth, Yunho’s hips smacking your ass in a punishing force.

They don’t let you rest. Mingi’s hands are trembling as he holds your face, his cock nudging deep enough you choke. Yunho watches the way your throat bulges, groaning.

“Look at that,” Yunho hisses, yanking your hair a bit so you arch. 

“You’re nothing but holes for us, sweetheart. Pussy gushing all over me, throat gagging around him. She was made for this.”

Mingi almost folds. “She—she’s soooo tight, I can feel her throat.”

Yunho slaps your ass, hard. “Shut up and use it. Don’t waste my girl’s mouth.”

Your drool’s everywhere, soaking Mingi’s cock, dripping down your chin. 

Yunho spits into the mess, smearing it over your cheek with his thumb before shoving it back into your mouth alongside Mingi’s length. Your eyes roll, gagging as your throat takes them both.

Yunho’s pace gets nastier. Deep, hard pumps that shove you into Mingi’s cock until you’re choking every stroke. The wet slap, gag, and squelching fill the room.

“Gonna make you squirt again, all over my dick while your mouth’s full of his cock,”

“Let’s see if you can come like that.”

You shudder, thighs shaking as your cunt gushes down his cock. Yunho groans, pulling out halfway just to watch the spray hit his abs before slamming back in.

Mingi’s already breaking, “Shit, she’s drooling all over me, she’s so good. Yunho, I'm so close.”

“Not until she swallows. You hear me? You don’t come on her face, you come down her throat,” Yunho demands.

Mingi whines hips stuttering as his cock pulses against your tongue. The hot flood of him hits your throat, and Yunho makes sure you choke it all down, holding you in place.

“Swallow. Every drop. Good fucking girl.”

But Yunho’s still going, his hips snap faster, thrusts that drag your squirt-slick walls raw until he groans, spilling deep inside you. 

Then he pulls out just enough to push his cum out of your pussy with his fingers, letting it drip down your thighs while Mingi stares wide-eyed.

Yunho smirks, still holding you by the hair.

“Look close, Mingi. That’s what she looks like when she’s fucked right.”

You’re wrecked, throat raw, and cunt dripping cum, when Yunho finally pulls you back into his chest. 

He lays down, tugging you with him until you’re spooned against his body, cock still hard and nudging at your swollen folds.

“Hush hush. Don’t cry, baby,” he coos, kissing the salt off your temple. 

“I’ll take care of you. Just one more.”

Mingi’s still kneeling there, face a mess, cock twitching even though he’s already come. Yunho smirks at him and pats your thigh.

Then he slides in from behind, slow this time, grinding in inch by inch until you’re full and whining. 

His arm wraps tight around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Each thrust is deep and dragging, making your overstimulated cunt flutter helplessly around him.

Mingi crawls closer without even thinking, pressing against your front. His lips find yours in sloppy, desperate kisses, his whines muffled as Yunho rocks you both with every thrust. 

You’re caught in between them, Yunho fucking you slow from behind, Mingi clutching you like he’ll break if he lets go.

“So good like this,” Yunho murmurs into your ear, voice a deep rumble. “Full of me, kissing him, dripping everywhere. Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.”

Your body gives up control, you gush again, just becoming a wet mess with both of them.

Soaking his cock as he grinds the orgasm out of you. Mingi gasps against your lips, needy noises spilling when he feels you wet his chest.

Yunho's hips finally still as he spills inside you again, heat pooling deep in your belly. He holds you there through it, not pulling out, whispering filth-soft praises in your ear.

“That’s it. Take it all. My girl. Always mine first.”

Mingi just clings, kissing your face over and over like he’s worshipping what’s left of you.

All three of you are a sweaty, sticky mess, tangled together across the bed. Your hair plastered to your face, your pussy and both their cocks glistening with cum, spit, and sweat.

Yunho presses a soft, kiss to your shoulder, hand cupping your hip, thumb tracing lazy, reassuring circles. His chest rises and falls beneath yours, steadying you, grounding you.

Mingi leans in from the other side, brushing damp hair from your face, pressing a trembling kiss to your neck. His hands linger along your thighs, gentle but hungry, careful not to hurt you but refusing to let go.

You gasp, shivering, toes curling over the sheets. “Both of you. Still here,” you whisper.

Yunho murmurs against your ear, low and rough, “Mine, all mine.”

Mingi speaks softly, “Yours, every inch.”

Your fingers weave into their hair, holding them close. You feel their need, their devotion, their awe at how much they ruined you tonight. 

Despite the chaos, the mess, and the overwhelming sensations, you feel completely adored.

The room is silent except for your heavy breathing and the occasional whimper or soft moan as your body twitches in the aftermath.

You tilt your head back, letting both of them steal a soft, lingering kiss. It’s fleeting, but it’s theirs, an unspoken agreement that no matter how messy you are, they’re right there with you.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

insatiable || j.ww (m)

Wonwoo can't get enough of you when he comes home from practice.

🎮 Pairing: idol!Wonwoo x streamer!Reader (f) 🎮 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Idol au, streamer au, established relationship 🎮 Warnings: Reader is smaller than Wonu, pet names (baby, princess), unprotected sex (educate and be safe plz!), bigDick!Wonu, manhandling, chair sex, size kink, dirty talk, rough and lazy sex, no prep, multiple positions, squirting, creampie, consensual somnophilia, fingering, aftercare 🎮 Word Count: 3.9k 🎮 Author’s Note: Another fic I started months ago that I've been on and off with, but missing Wonu spurred me to finally finish it 🥺 Tbh this was meant to be pure fluff but here we are...

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“This game is freaking me out!” you exclaim to your audience with nervous laughter.

Your eyes scan over the quick messages on your second monitor, trying to calm your nerves from the scary game you decided to play for tonight’s stream.

“It’s not freaking you out, chat? What?! But it’s so realistic,” you huff.

You read a few more messages before releasing a heavy sigh and averting your attention back to the game.

“Alright, what’s your order?” you question the character on the screen. “One vanilla latte and one white mocha.”

You move your player around the in-game cafe, grabbing a cup and adding ice to it.

“Coffee, steamed milk, and vanilla syrup,” you mumble while you move your player.

You’re so invested in the game, you don’t see the figure standing half in your doorway until it makes a slight movement.

You yelp and push away from your desk slightly.

The figure chuckles and steps into the room. Despite your boyfriend wearing a mask, you can see the smile in his eyes behind his glasses.

“You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaim, pausing the game to remove one earpiece.

Wonwoo laughs softly and rubs a hand over your shoulders soothingly. “Sorry.”

“Well, since you’re here, will you play some of this for me?” you question, pouting slightly to try to increase your chances of him saying yes.

Wonwoo glances at your screen as he ponders.

“Chat, tell him he has to play since he scared me,” you say while turning to your side monitor.

"It's not a cop-out!" you huff halfheartedly, knowing that's a lie. "I'll still be here."

Your eyes follow the influx of messages, seeing one question in particular being sent repeatedly.

“Who’s he? Oh, he’s my boyfriend,” you answer, placing a hand on top of his on your shoulder. You realize it’s the hand absent from his team’s ring.

There’s a pause while you read more messages.

“Sorry, guys, he doesn’t want to show his face. I hope you can understand!” you explain after seeing countless requests.

“What’s the game?” Wonwoo asks.

You peer up at him. “It’s about this creep who stalks a barista.”

“I’m guessing it’s a scary game?” he asks.

You nod.

Wonwoo is silent for a few seconds as he considers your request. Finally, he gestures for you to stand. You start to remove the headphones, but Wonwoo stops you. He guides you out of the chair just enough for him to slip past and plop himself down. Afterward, he settles you on his lap.

“Thought you could just leave me alone, huh?” he says lowly behind you. You’re not sure if your chat heard him, but you don’t care. You doubt it was meant for their ears anyway.

“You could’ve at least let me stand behind the chair,” you mumble.

Wonwoo drums his fingers against your thighs.

“Not a chance," he says, then moves his hands to the mouse and keyboard. After clicking resume, you instruct him on what to do.

A few minutes into him playing, a sound alert of realistic knocking plays in your ears. You jump, and Wonwoo tilts his head in confusion.

“There was a sound alert,” you explain, pointing to the pop-up on your second monitor.

Wonwoo chuckles, gives your hand a quick squeeze, and continues fulfilling the character’s orders—unfazed. Unlike you, Wonwoo doesn’t get startled by the jump scares throughout the game. If he does get startled, it’s more so from your reaction than the actual spook.

By the time the game ends, Wonwoo’s still behind you. His hands have moved from the desk to your thighs as you give your thoughts on the game.

“I knew he was in the apartment! That’s so freaky,” you say. “Have you guys heard about people living in others’ homes without being caught?”

You can’t help but glance around your room, envisioning someone lurking in your closet. Wonwoo gives your legs reassuring squeezes to remind you he’s here. You’re grateful you don’t have to spend the night alone this time.

“Okay, I guess we should stop talking about that stuff,” you say with a laugh.

Your eyes follow the messages in chat.

“You’re home alone? It’ll be okay! Maybe watch some happier videos before you go to sleep,” you reply to one of the messages.

You answer a few more questions with Wonwoo patiently sitting beneath you, drawing random shapes on your skin. He doesn’t interrupt or hint that he wants you to end your stream. He’s always supported the career you’ve made for yourself—just like you’ve always supported him and his work.

“Well, thanks for joining today’s stream!” you announce after a few more minutes. “And thanks to our unexpected guest for helping me finish the game.”

You laugh and raise Wonwoo’s ring-free hand from your thigh to shake in a wave.

“I’ll be back on tomorrow night with a happier game.” You smile, eyes following the chat as messages come in. Wonwoo’s hand goes back to your leg, massaging your flesh gently as you thank a few more supporters and wish them all a good night.

Once your stream has ended for a minute, Wonwoo takes off his mask.

“You have a nice stream?” he asks tenderly. He leans in and gives the area just beneath your ear a gentle kiss. You snuggle closer at the touch.

“Yes, the chat loves when I play scary games.” You chuckle.

“You are cute when you’re scared,” he replies, kissing lower.

You roll your eyes but smile internally at him calling you cute.

“Yeah, you’re cute when you’re scared, too,” you tease.

Wonwoo laughs against your skin and squeezes you. “I don’t get scared.”

“I’ve seen it!” you argue. And you have… at least twice in half a year.

He hums, nipping at your skin and causing you to jump. Wonwoo grunts behind you.

“Sorry,” you say when you realize you might have hurt him.

“’s okay,” he mumbles and readjusts you on his lap.

“How was practice?” you ask.

“My brain hurts.” He sighs. “We had to learn a new choreo today.”

“Is it hard?” you wonder. You know after years of experience, picking up choreography comes easily to Wonwoo, but it’s still tiring work.

He nods, and you can feel his hair tickle the back of your neck.

“I’m excited to see it,” you say and twist to see him.

He peers up when he feels you shift.

Your mouth stretches into a smile as soon as you see him. He reciprocates the grin and captures your lips with his.

The kiss starts tender and slow, but over time it gets hotter. Each glide of his tongue sends warmth down to your core, and you can feel Wonwoo harden beneath you.

“How tired are you?” you question quietly.

He chuckles and snakes his hands under your shirt to cup your covered breasts.

“Not too tired,” he replies.

You hum and smile, leaning in to kiss him again.

Wonwoo’s lips stretch in a grin against yours while he unhooks your bra. He grips your bare breasts, strong hands kneading the fat. You moan softly into the kiss and cover his hands with your smaller ones.

Wonwoo shifts beneath you as if looking for friction, so you begin gyrating your hips. He makes a low noise into the kiss. You can feel how he grows harder and bigger under your ass. The thought of him stretching you makes your panties more damp.

You pull away and carefully stand between his spread legs. You hook your fingers into your shorts’ waistband and pull them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You glance back to see Wonwoo shoving his sweats and underwear low enough to expose his cock.

You feel like a feral dog seeing how big he is. You can’t wait any longer.

You place one hand on Wonwoo’s thigh as you bend over slightly; you spit in the other before reaching back and taking him in your palm. His hips jerk the second you touch him, making you smile at his sensitivity.

You start pumping him a few times, then begin aligning his tip to your entrance; however, Wonwoo grips your hips.

“Wait, baby, what about prep?” he asks.

“We’ll go slow, Wonie. Please. I just need you inside me,” you whine impatiently.

“Fuck, okay, princess,” he curses and eases his grip. “Don’t go too fast.”

You smile at him worrying about you and nod.

You resume moving back as you bring him closer. After rubbing his tip along your folds a couple of times, you slowly sink back.

Gasping, you pause after a second. You know you haven’t reached halfway yet. You’ve taken him many times, but his size never fails to stretch you to the brim.

Wonwoo rubs your hips tenderly, and you place your hands on his wrists for stability.

“Take your time, baby,” he coos behind you.

You take a breath and ease yourself up, then down again. Your movement is agonizingly slow, but Wonwoo doesn’t complain. Each time you sink down, you take more of him. The painful stretch quickly turns into pleasure, and by the time you finally take him whole, your thoughts have been consumed with him. Him inside you. Him touching you.

“You okay?” Wonwoo asks, hands still tending to your body soothingly.

“Y-Yeah,” you reply. “You just feel too good.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “Too good?”

“Hm,” you hum and slowly raise yourself until just his tip is inside, then you lower your hips all the way down.

“Shit, princess. So good taking all of me,” Wonwoo murmurs.

You faintly register something hitting the ground and glance down. Wonwoo has discarded his top, leaving him naked under you. You follow his lead and hastily part ways with your shirt.

His praise makes you go a little faster when you move again. Your legs begin to ache, but you focus on how heavenly Wonwoo’s cock feels gliding against your walls. Soon, you’re bouncing on his dick quickly—trying to chase your high and bring him to his.

“That’s it, baby,” Wonwoo praises behind you. “Use my cock to make yourself feel good.”

“Wanna make you feel good too, Wonie,” you pant.

“You are; your tight little cunt takes me perfectly.”

Your grip on his wrists tightens, and even though you want to keep going fast, your legs give out. You circle your hips instead, occasionally lifting yourself up and sinking back down slowly. One of his hands trails up your waist to pet your head. It’s a sweet gesture until he grips your hair roughly. You gasp, pausing mid-air at the unexpected harshness.

When Wonwoo stands up, it causes his cock to push in deeper. You bite back a moan and glance behind you to look at him. He gives you a handsome grin, then uses his hand in your hair and on your waist to spin you around. He untangles his fingers from your hair to raise the chair, his toned chest pressing against your back.

You take the opportunity to kiss his neck. Wonwoo chuckles, giving your waist a tender squeeze and your lips a sweet peck in return. He adjusts his glasses before continuing to raise the chair.

Once the chair is at his desired height, he helps you kneel on it. Your hands rest on the back of the seat.

“My turn, hm?” he questions and guides his cock back to your entrance. He glides in with one quick motion, making you whine and lift slightly.

“Don’t run away, princess,” he murmurs low in your ear, hands back on your hips. “Thought you wanted my cock deep in your cunt.”

You nod and lower yourself back down. You reach a hand back to grip his thigh and pull him closer.

“I do. ‘m sorry,” you whine.

Wonwoo kisses your head before sliding out and snapping back in. Another gasp falls from your lips as your body gets jerked into the chair.

“Just relax,” he says.

Then he’s thrusting up into you, low moans getting lost with yours. Your legs press together, and your hands grip the chair. Wonwoo’s pace isn’t as fast as it can be, but his movements are powerful and deliberate.

You reach back to get his attention.

“What is it?” he asks softly, contradicting the snapping of his hips.

“Kiss.” You pout.

He smiles and leans down to grant your wish. Wonwoo still moves as he kisses you. The feeling of his lips and his cock makes you dizzy.

“Want your cum, Wonie,” you plead against his lips.

Wonwoo’s pace falters, a curse escaping from beneath his breath.

“Where do you want it, baby?” he asks while you pathetically circle your hips against him.

You grab his hand and place it on your lower belly.

“Inside, please. Need to feel you cum in my pussy,” you say.

Wonwoo’s fingers sprawl against your tummy, squeezing the soft flesh. He rolls his hips slowly and moans in the back of his throat when he feels himself. He presses harder on your tummy and repeats his actions.

“That so?” he teases against your ear. He licks along the curve, which sends a shiver running down your body. He chuckles.

“Yes!” you reply.

“Is my princess not feeling full enough? Want your boyfriend’s cum stuffing this pretty pussy?”

Your walls clench around his fat cock. You love it when Wonwoo talks like this. His voice gets low, raspy, and breathy.

“F-Fuck, baby,” he half groans and half laughs. “You trying to milk my cock?”

You nod.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then I ought to give you it, hm?”

“Please,” you whine, shifting your hips.

Wonwoo slips from your heat and guides your body so you’re seated properly in the chair. He tugs your hips closer to the edge, then spreads your legs over the armrests.

Wonwoo smiles at your dripping, puffy cunt. He licks his lips as if imagining what you taste like, but he doesn’t kneel. If it weren’t for the strong desire to have his dick shoved into you again, you’d beg for his mouth.

Your eyes stare up at him, full of want and lust. Wonwoo’s look mirrors your own.

He slides his cock over your tummy, tapping it against your body a few times.

“See how deep I’m about to be?” he murmurs.

Your eyes drift down. Wonwoo’s wet, thick cock reaches your belly button. The sight has you biting your lip to suppress a moan.

“You’re going to feel me for days, princess,” he hums, dragging his length back and forth slowly. “Gonna crave my cock because you’re going to feel so empty.”

Your mouth hangs open as you watch him slide against your stomach, storing the sight in your memory. A filthy part of you wishes you had X-ray vision so you could see him rubbing between your gummy walls. Could see how he fills you to the brim. Fuck, you need him inside you.

“I want that. I want it all. Fuck me, Wonwoo. Please, fuck me,” you say, borderline begging.

Something in Wonwoo’s gaze darkens. It makes your heart flutter, and your pussy clench.

His eyes stay glued to yours as he aligns his tip, then pushes in with force—stretching you open again and plunging deep in your cunt.

You cry out, hands pushing against his waist while your legs try to close.

Wonwoo grips your legs and shoves them wider. He plants his hands on the armrests to keep them open. Only a second is spared before he’s snapping his hips into yours relentlessly. Each thrust has your gasps and moans sounding louder.

“W-Wonwoo,” you mewl. He’s the deepest he’s been all night. The angle lets him hit the spot that drives you crazy, makes the coil in your lower belly tighten. It gets to be too much, but Wonwoo resists your hands that try to keep him away. Your strength is no match for his.

“You always whine for my cock, but when you get it, you try to push me away?” he laughs, a little mockingly.

“T-Too much,” you pant.

“No, baby, it’s just right.”

He grips your hair and pushes your head down. It’s not the most comfortable angle, but you don’t give a damn when Wonwoo’s fucking you like you’re his lifeline.

“Remember how deep I was gonna be? Do you feel it now?”

Wonwoo slams his hips down, pressing his pelvis against yours roughly to hit as far as he can. You yelp, walls clenching and legs shaking slightly.

He slips his hand from your messy hair, pushes his glasses up like it’s an afterthought, then flattens his palm to your stomach. He thrusts in again. With the press of Wonwoo’s hand, you can feel his length slide along your walls more. You don’t realize how much that affects you until your body trembles and a broken scream rips from your throat.

The second Wonwoo feels your pussy clamp down, his other hand moves to rub your clit quickly. Your juices land haphazardly on your tummy, and through your haze, you see it fly onto Wonwoo’s body too. It’s so messy.

You were so enveloped in your climax, you didn’t realize Wonwoo had slipped from your cunt until he slams back in. His hands go back to the armrests, and he chases his high with no remorse. You’re shaking beneath him, garbled noises spilling from your mouth.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow; his mouth drops wider. He curses repeatedly in hushed whispers.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans. His hands grab your ass and start pushing your hips up. “Pussy’s so tight. Made for my cock.”

You nod, legs slipping down the armrests, but Wonwoo doesn’t care anymore. You grip onto the chair’s seat so you don’t fall off.

“Cum for me, Wonie,” you moan. “Fill me with it.”

Wonwoo’s pace gets more frantic—fucking you onto him like a toy. His deep moans get lighter, airy. Then, he’s gasping like he just resurfaced from harsh waters.

He yanks your hips impossibly close, fingers digging into your ass almost painfully. His head falls back, and his cock twitches as he shoots his load deep in your pussy—just like you wanted.

You’re panting with him, taking in his handsome form. His clenching abs, his bulging biceps, and the sweat coating his chest. It's a sight that no one but you sees.

Wonwoo comes to a few moments later. He gives you a tired grin, then picks you up. His cock is still sheathed inside, and you moan weakly at the shift.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the bathroom. After setting you on the counter, he rests his head on yours. Your eyes close, rubbing his wide back soothingly.

“I love you,” you whisper against his chest.

“I love you more,” he replies, planting a kiss on your head.

Minutes pass of silent cuddles. Your breathing has finally settled.

Wonwoo carefully lifts your feet until they’re anchored on the counter. You whimper at the sensation of his soft dick slipping out. His gaze casts down, and you follow it. White, thick cum oozes from your spent cunt. You squeeze your walls to push more of it out. Although the sight makes you want to go for another round, you’re both tired.

You didn’t mean to have such intense sex. Wonwoo had just come from practice. You only wanted him to rest as you got him off.

Wonwoo grabs a clean cloth, wets it with warm water, then glides it gently across your folds. You reach out to rub the back of his neck, a sweet gesture while he cleans you.

Wonwoo reminds you to use the toilet as he discards the soiled rag. Once you’re done and washing your hands, he goes next. It’s silent during the aftermath; it’s a routine that doesn’t need words.

Only when you’re both tangled in each other's limbs in bed does someone speak.

“You weren’t supposed to do anything.” You laugh softly.

Wonwoo smiles and pecks your lips.

“I had a feeling.” He chuckles. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

“But you worked so hard today. I didn’t want you to have to do more.”

Wonwoo rubs his thumb along your bottom lip as if to wipe away your frown.

“Princess, I didn’t have to do anything, but I wanted to. I wanted to fuck this sweet pussy,” he says, voice getting deeper during his last sentence, and slips a hand between your legs.

You giggle and wiggle away. “We’re never going to sleep if you do that!”

Wonwoo grabs your hips and pulls you back, body flushed together. Your soft breasts push against his toned chest, leg hooking over his hip. His soft cock presses into your stomach.

“Is that a promise?” he asks, eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.

“You have practice tomorrow,” you murmur.

Wonwoo nods and kisses you. It’s a short kiss but long enough to get your heart racing.

“And I have hours until I have to be there,” he replies, tilting your chin up to kiss your neck.

You laugh again and lift his head. He pulls away with a small pout.

“You need rest, Wonie,” you insist.

“I need you,” he whines and tucks his face into your neck again. “Need your lips. Need your pussy.”

Your heart leaps at his words. It’d be so easy to give in to him.

“Let’s make a deal,” you announce and pull him away again. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes.

His silence prompts you to continue, “Take a nap, at least, and if you still want to fuck, then we can.”

“Mmph. Fine.” He sighs, then lies on his back, keeping you at his side.

You eye him suspiciously; you didn’t expect him to give in so easily. However, you don’t question it and sink into the mattress. You snuggle against his warm body, focusing on his steady breathing.

Sleep consumes you quickly.

You don’t know how long it’s been before you wake to Wonwoo’s fingers circling your clit lazily.

“Please,” Wonwoo whispers into your ear when he sees you stir.

Your eyes peel open.

“Did you even”—a gasp jumps up your throat when Wonwoo’s fingers slide down to slip inside your hole—”sleep?”

“I did,” he answers and rubs his fingers along your soft walls. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt.”

You giggle sluggishly, shifting your body so your leg is slung over his hip again.

“Don’t be mad at me when you’re tired at practice,” you mumble, still half-asleep.

“I could never be mad at you when you make me feel so good,” he replies and spreads his fingers gently to stretch you.

You hum in response, hand sliding down his chest to pump his semi-hard cock. Wonwoo’s breath hitches at the feel of your hand.

Soon, Wonwoo is pumping inside you again, albeit slower. They’re languid thrusts that allow you to simply feel pleasure. There’s no chasing highs. No slapping of the skin. A complete opposite of the sex from earlier.

But you love it all the same.

You and Wonwoo share lazy kisses, soft laughter, and breathy moans. Even if you’re both sluggish with sleep tomorrow, you wouldn’t trade this moment. You love the time you can be with him. To be engulfed in everything Wonwoo. Because to be submerged in Wonwoo means to be submerged in love.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way, with anybody else.

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COACH CHEOL AU?? he’s your personal trainer and like… the slow burn tension is insane. “adjusting your form” from behind??? catching you staring in the mirror??? help.

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ⓘ content info ⸺ paring. personal trainer!seungcheol x f!reader. genre | tags. one-shot, strangers to lovers, smut. rating. explicit adult content (MINORS DNI). warnings. porn with absolutely no plot, this is really, really filthy, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected penetrative sex (please don’t), overstimulation, pussy drunk!seungcheol, light dom!seungcheol, manhandling, semi-public sex. word count. 5.3k+. requested: yes/no.

ʚ A/N: One of the many examples of HORNY JAIL from the cherryweek requests. I loved writing this actually, so thank you for this request! Also, I edited this as best as I could, but my eyes are fried at this point 😵 so if you spot any mistakes, just know it’s because I literally can't look at it again without going crazy lol.

You don’t notice him the first day you join the gym. Not really.

You’re too busy being annoyed with your own personal trainer, too focused on trying not to slip on sweat-slick floors and adjusting to this place that smells like protein powder, testosterone and overconfident men.

But he notices you.

It starts on a random Tuesday while you’re doing squats. You were focused, trying to keep your back straight, shoulders tight, knees not caving in, stealing a quick glance at the mirror to check your form every five seconds. 

That’s when you see him. He’s not even facing you directly, just wiping his face with a towel, back broad and shirt clinging to his buffed chest in all the right aways. 

The moment he catches your eyes in the mirror reflection you freeze mid-rep. Your legs nearly give out at the intensity of his gaze, and he smirks. Just a little, just enough, walking off like he hadn’t nearly made you collapse in front of the entire gym.

Over the next few days, it happens again. And again. Until eventually, it becomes a thing, something part of your daily workout routine. 

You catch him watching you through the mirror as you bench, or stretch, or rest with your water bottle pressed to your lips. Sometimes he’s training someone else. Sometimes he’s lifting on his own, earbuds in, but somehow his gaze always finds its way back to you. 

You keep telling yourself it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just in your head, even if, deep down, your subconscious is begging the universe that this Greek god of a man wants the same thing you do, with every lingering glance exchanged across the room.

Then he finally speaks to you.

“Your RDLs are solid,” he says after walking past you one morning. “Not many people get the hinge right like that. You’re a strong girl.”

You froze with the barbell still in your grip. “Thanks?”

He’s already walking away again with that damn smirk on his face, and it’s so stupid how the compliment sticks in your head the rest of the day.

Two days later, your current trainer gets fired. Something about client complaints, mismanaged programs. You left standing at the front desk with your membership in limbo. 

You do some exercises alone for a few days, until the receptionist stops you one morning and points behind you before announcing, “We’re assigning you to Seungcheol. He’s one of our best.”

You turn, already knowing who it is, thanks to some light stalking after you found his Instagram through the gym’s tagged photos. 

And sure enough, he’s there: towel slung around his neck, arms crossed, looking every bit like a man who knows you’ve been watching him too. 

“Hey,” he says, casually. “Looks like you’re mine now.”

At first it’s fine. It’s all professional. 

Seungcheol even builds you a better routine, talks about macros, modifies your warmups, pushes your reps, and you genuinely feel like you’re improving your skills. 

But the tension is immediate. Every time he touches your back to correct your form, your skin burns. Every time he praises your endurance, your stomach does backflips. And when he stands behind you during split squats and murmurs instructions, your knees nearly buckle. 

“Chest up,” he says one day, a hand lightly pressing between your shoulder blades. 

You swallow, doing what he instructed. “Like this?”

He hums, his breath warm against the back of your neck, making the tiny hairs there stand on end.

“Almost.” His other hand finds your waist and you gasp lowly, surprised. “Tighten your core. Breathe with the movement. You’ll feel it more.”

His eyes stay locked on yours in the mirror, unwavering, meticulous.

Just then you realize there’s barely any space left between his chest and your back. For a second, you tear your gaze away from his, only to track his hand on your shoulder blades sliding it down, slow and deliberate, until it settles on your waist, both hands claiming the place as he gently guides your hips, fitting your body flush against his.

The sound that escapes your lips is undeniably a whimper, oxygen almost leaving your body.

“Go on,” his voice drops a note, no longer instructing, but commanding.

You do, feeling the exercise way more than just in your legs.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. Your breath catches.

Then he steps away, leaving the space between you suddenly too empty.

You wiping sweat from your brow, still catching your breath from the lat pulldown machine exercises when Seungcheol leans on the edge of the bench, arms crossed over his chest. His compressed shirt clings to his body, making the full curve of his shoulders, chest and arms very evident. 

“You ever tried Brazilian jiu-jitsu?” he asks casually, brows lifted in a way that always makes you  wonder things. 

“Uh… yeah. Why?”

He smiles, just a little crooked. “We’ve got a small mats room upstairs. I run private sessions when I’ve got time. Thought you might be into it.”

You narrow your eyes. “What, like… now?”

He shrugs. “Unless you’re scared of a little close contact with the instructor.”

Your pulse jumps. Not from the clear challenge tone of his voice and the implied suggestion. But from the way his gaze lingers on you when he says close contact.

“I’m not scared,” you respond almost immediately, standing up. 

“Good,” he replies, grinning like a devil. “Let's go then.”

You don’t know what you expected. Maybe a few awkward rolls, maybe him showing you how to trip someone or how to self-defense. But what actually happens is far worse… well, at least for the good of your sanity, decency and good composure. 

Because yes, the class is entirely private: literally just the two of you.

Alone. In a closed room with mirrors and big smoke windows overlooking the city.

Seungcheol walks you through the basics slowly. He teaches you grips, base, and how to break a fall. He’s very patient, thorough, and dangerously good at pretending this is a normal thing, like every bush of his fingers on your wrists and hips isn’t heating your skin. Or maybe it is just you and your overactive imagination and your stupid, traitorous horniness, even though you hope it isn't. 

You’re barefoot on the mat, eyeing Seungcheol with suspicion as he adjusts the sleeves of his rash guard.

“You sure about this?” You’re the one who asks him, not feeling sure about it yourself.

He raises a brow, half-smirk in place. “You said you weren't scared.”

“I said I wasn’t scared of close contact,” you clarify, rolling your shoulders. “Didn’t say I wanted you throwing me around.”

It felt like you were walking on eggshells because everything that came out of both of your mouths was even the slightest bit suggestive. And honestly, you wouldn't mind at all if he decided to start throwing you around as long as he pinned you down right after. 

You hear Seungcheol chuckle. 

“We’ll go light. Just flow. Feel the movement. I’ll show you the pace.”

You just nod, mimicking his stance. “So what, I’m just supposed to attack you?”

“If you can,” he teases. “Come and get me.”

And you do.

The first few minutes are awkward, of course, you’re figuring out grips, the balance between force and control. But you surprise him when you lunge and catch him off guard, nearly managing a take down. 

Seungcheol laughs in shock. “Oh shit—!”

You grin, pushing his buttons harder. He deflects and circles, but you’re quicker than he expected. Your hand catches his wrist, you shift your weight, hook his leg and then he’s flat on his back. 

You land above him, both of you panting. 

The room falls completely quiet. You watch as sweat runs down his forehead, hair wet, and chest rising beneath your fingers, hands frozen mid-air like he doesn’t know if he should push you off or pull you down, but that he clearly wanted to put them somewhere in your body.

“Not bad,” he observes, voice a little rough. “You’ve got instincts.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I am.” His eyes flick down. “Also… you’re kind of sitting on me right now, so…”

You freeze and your eyes widen as you slowly start to realize the position you’ve landed in: straddling him, hands spread out on his chest, hair falling into your face. His thighs are flexed beneath you, and you can feel him, warm, solid, clearly not unaffected. 

Out of shock, you shift your hips without really meaning to and his hands are on you instantly. Firm, commanding, fingers digging into the sides of your hips halting your movement.

“Don’t do that,” he practically begs, closing his eyes shut. “That wasn’t part of the lesson.”

“Neither were you losing."

His hand slides up to your waist, slow and steady like he’s tracing a path as his eyes flutter open again, dark and full of something you can’t quite name yet.

“Well, I didn’t lose.”

“Sure looked like it to me.”

Your eyes lock again, and it feels like the air shifts. The playfulness suddenly fades into something heavier and the world narrows down to just the two of you, to the heat of his hands on your skin. It’s like the weight of weeks of stolen glances, small touches disguised as training instructions, has finally caught up to the both of you. 

And then Seungcheol moves.

One swift motion and he rolls you both over, pinning you beneath him. His hands trap yours against the mat, broad chest pressing into you. 

“You’re good,” he says, and you’re surprised at how deep his voice can get. His lips are now mere inches from yours, completely blurring the professional line. “But I’ve got better ground control.”

Your heart slams against your ribs as you whisper, “That so?”

“Mmmhm,” he hums, eyes slowly dragging down to your lips before flicking back up. “Think I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“And where’s that?”

Seungcheol’s grip on your wrists tightens just slightly, enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make it clear he’s not just talking about your position on the mat.

His nose brushes yours. His voice drops even more. “Under me.”

You don’t make a move to change positions. You just stay there, allowing yourself to be manhandled by him, feeling your core tighten at the feeling of his hands circling your wrists and the way he lowers over you. 

“Comfortable?”

“Not the word I’d use.”

You're anything but comfortable. In fact, you’re practically squirming beneath him, hot and bothered in the best kind of way. Every inch of your skin feels too tight, too aware of how close he is without actually touching you in the way you want it so bad. All you can think about is how much you wish he would just close the damn distance already and kiss you.

“You’re supposed to push against me here,” he says, guiding your hands to his biceps, putting a small distance between you. “Use the momentum. Hips up.”

Your palms press against the hard muscle of his biceps, but it’s the warmth beneath your fingers that really gets to you. You try to focus, to remember what he’s teaching you, but your brain short-circuits the moment his hands settle low on your hips again.

“Hips up,” he repeats, more like a dare than a command.

You try, of course, but the second you arch into him, you both move the wrong way and crash sideways into the mat. You land tangled together, his forearm catching your head, his body half over yours, his thigh is pressed between your legs, and of course, your faces are inches apart again.

But this time, neither of you move. The tension shifts, no longer playful, no longer part of the drill. His breathing is shallow and uneven, his chest brushing yours with every inhale. His hand, still resting on your waist, isn’t guiding or correcting anymore, it’s very much  holding.

You shift beneath him, feeling the way his body reacts, the way his muscles tense, the way his hips barely move into yours. Instead, the only movement he makes is the gaze flickering to your mouth again, lingering there this time. 

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, voice rough, almost pained.

You shake your head, biting your lip.

“I should get off you.” 

You know he’s talking about the position you're in. But the way he says it, the implication makes your breath hitch, heat curling in your stomach. “Then why aren’t you?”

A beat. And then his mouth finally finds yours.

It’s not even slightly gentle. It’s hot, messy, full of heat and weeks’ worth of tension snapping all at once. His lips crush into yours like he’s been starved for it, like he’s been thinking about this moment since the second you stepped into this gym months ago. 

You moan softly into his mouth, and he takes advantage, tongue sliding past your lips, greedy and relentless. His hand slides up your thigh, gripping firmly and dragging it higher around his waist. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, hands flying to his hair to feel and pull the soft, sweat-soaked strands between your fingers.

You arch into him instinctively, chasing friction, and finding it at his hardening cock. There’s no hesitation between you now, just heat and urgency, lips parting, tongues tangling, centers rubbing rhythmically through clothes, months of stolen looks and touches crashing all at once.

It’s very very messy. Breathless. Addictive. And neither of you want it to stop.

The mat digs into your shoulder blades, but you don’t care. Not when Seungcheol is hovering over you so deliciously. 

His lips are soft but hungry, tongue sliding against yours with an ease that sends a wave of heat crashing straight through your core. Your hands travel to his back, gripping his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric like it might hold you together. But it’s no use—not when you’ve been unraveling for weeks.

Seungcheol’s hands skims under your top, palm dragging up your stomach until he finds your sports bra. He groans against your mouth when he feels how fast your heart’s racing. 

“Some much for not being scared of close contact, huh?”

“Shut up.”

But he doesn’t.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?” His lips brush the shell of your ear. “How fucking hard it was not to watch you too much when you’re bent over in front of me? Lifting, stretching…”

You whimper, arching more into him. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m supposed to be a professional, sweetheart,” he growls, hand dipping slowly down your stomach. “But fuck that now.”

His mouth starts to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses from your lips down your jaw, to your neck, along the swell of your breasts, and over the bare skin of your stomach, each one slower, more deliberate, until he’s maddeningly close to where you need him most, licking sweat from your skin like it’s something to savor.

“You taste so fucking good,” he hisses. “Bet your pussy tastes even better.”

You don’t have time to answer before Seungcheol settles between your legs like he belongs there, making you let out a loud moan. His lips press softly and tempting inside of your knee while his hands are firm on your thighs, thumbs drawing slow, possessive circles against your skin, parting your legs just enough to drive you insane.

Then he looks up at you, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, that wicked smirk curving his lips like he already knows exactly what he’s about to do to you.

“Fuck, I can already smell you.” he murmurs, fingers grazing the sensitive strip of skin just above your waistband. “So pretty.”

The touch is fleeting before he yanks your legging down in one impatient pull. His gaze catches the damp patch darkening the center of your lacy pink panties.

“You’ve been ready for me this whole time, haven’t you?” His thumb ghosts over the wet spot, pressing just enough to make you moan again. You nod helplessly to his question. “Walking around like you’re so sweet and innocent… while letting me fucking suffer.”

Your legs fall open wider as he strokes slow, teasing circles over your clothed pussy, fingers getting cover in your juices through the fabric. You whine and squirm, bucking your hips up to chase his touch. 

“Please, Seungcheol.”

He hums, lips brushing the exposed skin of your thigh. He’s so close. “Please what, baby?”

“Do something!” you gasp, frustration spilling into your voice.

“And what would that be?” he asks, low and teasing. “Hmm?”

“Anything.”

“No. Look at me.” Seungcheol’s tone shifts, still gentle but firm. He reaches up to grab your chin with two fingers, bringing your gaze back to his. “You can tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I—” you breathe in, steadying yourself with the way he holds your face, grounding you into him and making you feel comfortable, loose. His other hand is slow and deliberate, caressing the inside of your thigh getting closer and closer. “Want your lips. Your fingers. Please.”

Seungcheol’s smile is soft, but you can see that there’s fire behind it. “That’s a fucking good girl.”

His grip lingers at your chin a moment longer before sliding down, fingers brushing over your throat in a fleeting touch that makes you shiver. Then he’s gone, hand dragging slowly down your body until it rests heavy on your hip, keeping you open for him.

“You’ll get my lips,” he promises, lowering himself until his breath fans hot across your folds, “and my fingers, if you can keep asking for them like that. So nicely.”

A soft moan slips out before you can bite it back when Seungcheol’s fingers brush the waistband of your panties. His eyes flicks up, searching for even the faintest hesitation, but you only lift your hips more in response. Leaning on your elbows, you watch as he slowly drags the fabric down your legs, gaze fixed on your slick center like it was the most perfect thing he has ever seen, before tossing the panties carelessly across the room.

You catch Seungcheol’s gaze for a second, eyes locked on you. His jaw parts, and his tongue drag in one slow bold stripe from your entrance to your clit, and your head falls back with a loud gasp.

“Oh my God—”

“Mhm. Gonna take care of you, princess.”

Seungcheol’s tongue is slow at first, savoring you like he’s got all the time in the world. He flattens his tongue and eats you out like he’s starved for it, alternating between deep licks and tight flicks over your clit that make your legs shake furiously. You try to close them around his head, but his grip is iron. He keeps you wide open, helpless under his mouth.

He groans when your hips buck instinctively. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

His mouth becomes hungrier, tongue plunging into your entrance before sliding back to your clit with unrelenting pressure. With the hand that is not holding your thigh, Seungcheol roams upward until it cups your breast through your top, the dual sensation pulling a gasp from you and forcing you to sink back against the mat.

“Show them to me, baby.” He pulls his mouth from you just long enough to speak, his index finger catching and pinching your hardened nipple through the thin fabric. “I want to see them.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Tugging your shirt over your head and peeling off your sports bra right after, you bare your breasts for him. His low grunt vibrates against your pussy, and you press them together deliberately, biting your lip in a playful tease.

Almost like he wants to punish you—in a very good way—for doing that, Seungcheol does something wickedly good: fucks two fingers into you all at once while sucking hard on your clit. 

Your whole body jerks.

“Cheol—!” you choke out, hand flying to his hair.

Seungcheol doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even come up for air. His fingers curl, fucking up into you faster, harder, while his tongue slide in wet circles. Your grip tightens in his hair, grounding yourself in the burn of his strands between your fingers while he takes a harsh suck on your clit again. 

The starving sounds he makes shoots straight through you, and the way it reverberates against your most sensitive spot has your thighs trembling around his head. For a minute you forget everything—air, words, the fucking world. Everything that’s left is your hot personal trainer and the desperate pulse of pleasure he’s building inside you.

You come hard not so long after, thighs clamping around his shoulders, eyes rolling back and body shaking furiously as your orgasm pouches through you. 

Still, Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He collects your juices with his tongue at your entrance, before returning to your swollen clit. His fingers keep working inside you, unrelenting, curling as if he’s memorizing every spot that makes you break. 

The combination leaves you breathless, thighs closing around his head, but Seungcheol only growls against you, refusing to let up. “T-too much,” you whimper, squirming.

“I know, baby,” he pants, mouth glistening. “But you’re gonna give me another one.”

He pulls you impossibly closer to his face, locking you place, and goes back in.

This time is more sloppy, soaked, loud, completely unrestrained. He spits between your folds, dragging it through with his tongue, while his fingers never pause, plunging deep to hit your g-spot again and again. 

The overstimulation crashes over you so hard your vision swims, heat and pleasure blurring every thought. “Fuckfuckfuck—” Your whole body’s trembling. “Cheol—!”

You feel it snap before you realize what’s happening.

Pleasure tears through you like lightning, violent and hot, and then it gushes out of you, hitting his face. A sharp cry escapes you as your body pulses, squirts, everything dripping down directly into Seungcheol’s tongue.

It’s too much. You try to squirm away but he growls, keeping you locked in place, licking and moaning through it like he lives for this. 

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, voice husky. “Look at that. Look what I made you do.”

You’re gasping, boneless, trembling under him. And only then does he come up for air.

He is soaked from the nose down, sweat-slick and flushed, eyes blown black as he stares down at you like you’re his favorite thing in the world. 

“You okay?” he asks, gently now, rubbing your thigh.

“I—” You blink up at him, dazed. “I’ve never squirted before.”

Seungcheol smiles, looking very pleased with himself with your revelation, eyes glinting with smug satisfaction. “And I bet you never will for anyone else. That was all mine, baby.”

You can only keep blink up at him, still reeling from the intense orgasms. He’s breathtaking like this, eyes fixed on you as if seeing you undone because of him is the greatest triumph of his life. And even drenched and trembling, you can’t tell if it’s the aftermath or something else, you still ache for more of him, desperately, uncontrollably.

Seungcheol crawls back up your body, lips trailing soft kisses along your skin, until he’s hovering over you again, hips nestled between your thighs. 

“Kiss me,” you plead, suddenly desperate to taste yourself on his glistening lips. 

He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth finds yours in a filthy slide of lips and tongue, and you moan into the kiss, hands fisting in his hair once again, loving the way he tastes, the way you can taste yourself on him too.

Seungcheol’s hard against your thigh, cock straining against his gym shorts. You reach between you to palm him through the fabric, feeling him throb under your touch.

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth. “You want more, princess? Want me to fill this sweet little cunt up?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Please Seungcheol, I want more.”

Your mind forgets how to breathe when Seungcheol pulls back just enough to look at you. His lips are swollen and glistening, the aftermath of your kisses leaving them more pouty then they already are. One hand grips your hip, thumb tracing the curve of your waist with lazy insistence.

“Turn over,” he says. The tone is the same as when he cues you during sets—quiet, commanding, certain you’ll listen. 

And you do. Knees digging into the mat, palms pressing down, you shift onto all fours. The position is very familiar to you: countless glute kickbacks, donkey kicks, bear holds. The only difference is that this time your pulse hammers in your throat with anticipation, not tiredness. 

“Such a good girl,” Seungcheol praises, his palm sliding up the back of your thighs, over your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. “Back flat. Core tight. You know the drill, princess.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“I’m consistent.” His hand lingers there, gripping harder and pulling a soft gasp out of you. “And right now? I’m thinking this form looks even better without anything covering this greedy pussy.”

Seungcheol smacks your pussy once, then the side of your ass, and you can’t help the moan that slips out, skidding forward just a little into the mat. He steps back for a moment, and your eyes land on the pile of his clothes discarded beside the mat just a moment after.

“Fuck,” he breathes, more to himself than to you. “Do you have any idea how many times I had to walk away before I lost control like this?”

You glance over your shoulder, catching him stroking himself deliberately, eyes locked on you. “Then don’t.”

That's all it takes. 

Seungcheol lines himself up, rubbing his tip through your slick folds. His big hands smoothes up your waist, over the dip of your spine, palms spanning your hips as if he's aligning every angle of you to his. His breath is ragged, but his voice stays low, steady, that same time he uses during training, except now it's molten. 

“Arch a little more,” he instructs, pushing gently at your lower back until your ass tilts higher. “Yeah… perfect. Just like that.”

Then he enters you without ceremony, filling you completely, a shared moan escaping both of you. He moves slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, and he’s huge, definitely way bigger than anyone you had ever had before.

“You feel so good, fuck—” he grunts, bottoming out. “So fucking tight.”

“Move.” Your voice comes out slurred, drunk on the feeling of him inside you. “Please.”

His grip tightens on your hips, slowly dragging you back onto him with controlled, deliberate strength. When he thrusts into you again, deep, hard, perfectly aligned, your arms nearly give out. The sound you make bounces off the mirrored walls, filthy and desperate.

“Hold it,” he orders, steadying you when your elbows buckle. “Flat back, remember? Keep it tight for me, angel.”

Your laugh breaks on a moan. “You’re really—ah—still—coaching me?”

“Always.” His voice roughens as he sets a rhythm, his hips slamming into you from behind, each thrust pushing you forward on the mat. “You listen so well, don’t you? Take direction so perfectly.”

“Mhmm.”

You feel his hand grip the loose ends of your hair that falls down your back and over your shoulders, tugging your head back gently so you arch your back a little more. 

“Strong girl,” he groans into your ear, tongue circling your earlobe. “Knew you’d be able to take me.”

You dig your knees into the mat, meeting his thrusts, and soon the room is filled with the rushed sound of skin against skin, breathless moans, and the occasional filthy praises from Seungcheol as he fucks you slow and deep.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Cheol—!”

You choke on a moan, arms trembling from the effort of holding yourself up. He notices, of course he does, and without warning, his tugging you upright until your back is flush against his chest.

The new angle is devastating. He’s buried deeper, his mouth dragging hot open kisses along your jaw, your shoulder. One arm wraps across your chest, holding you tight, while the other keeps its grip on your hip, guiding you back and forth onto him.

“You feel what I’m doing?” he pants against your ear, guiding your hand until you can feel him in your belly. “Using your pussy. Controlling the movement. You’re—fuck—you’re perfect, princess.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parting in a helpless cry as he rocks you harder, every thrust echoing through your body like a finishing rep that pushes you to the edge.

“Cheol—” his name breaks off into a whimper, your body trembling entirely.

“Come for me again,” he growls, one hand sliding down to rub circles against your clit. “I’ve got you.”

You cry out his name again and again, body shuddering as the sensations ripple through you. His hand presses harder, never letting up, and his voice anchors you just enough to let yourself go.

“Fuck, you feel perfect. So warm, so tight—”

You cling to him, your third orgasm building fast, overstimulated and desperate. “I’m—gonna—”

“Come for me. C’mon, sweetheart. Let me feel this greedy pussy cum around my cock.”

When you finally do, you almost feel like you’re gonna black out over the sensation, a gasping cry leaving your throat as Seungcheol buries himself deep and groans your name, spilling himself inside you. 

He doesn’t move right away. Just presses kisses along your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, your lips. One arm stays wrapped around you, unwilling to let go, even as he eases you both down onto the mat. Slowly, he slips out, and the messy blend of your release spills, dripping onto the mat beneath you.

You rest like that for a while, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Seungcheol gets up to grab your clothes. 

“There's a shower in the back,” he says, handing you your discarded panties and his shirt. “Let's get cleaned up, princess.”

It doesn’t take him long to notice the way your legs tremble, keeping you from standing upright. With ease, Seungcheol hooks an arm around you and lifts you against his chest, carrying you toward the showers. Clothes are shed along the way, dropped carelessly in your wake.

The hot water feels amazing on your sensitive skin. Seungcheol washes you tenderly, running a soapy cloth over every inch of your body. You return the favor, taking special care with his cock and balls.

He gets hard again under your ministrations and pins you to the wall, kissing you deeply. 

“I’m not sure I can take anymore,” you whimper against his lips. 

“We don’t have to do anything else,” he murmurs. “I just like touching you.”

Clean and satisfied, you dress and head back to the mat room to grab your bags. Seungcheol trails at your side, walking you out to the parking lot, and just as you reach for your car door, he stops you with a gentle touch. 

“Look, I don’t usually do this,” he says seriously. “With clients, I mean. But I really like you, Y/N. I’d love to take you out sometime.”

You smile up at him, feeling a happy warmth bloom in your chest. “I’d love that.”

He grins back, taking your hand in his. “Let me take you to dinner tomorrow night? My place.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He gives you one last lingering kiss before letting you go with a smack on the ass. 

“So,” you say, tilting your head with a teasing smile, “does this mean I get free training now?”

Seungcheol lets out a breathless laugh and kisses your cheek. “Not a chance,” he grins. “But I will be giving you extra stretching sessions.”

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Picking Lemons | Choi Seungcheol | 🔞, fluff

Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Summary: You’d fought for this trip. Fought his grumbled insistence that turning thirty was no different than twenty nine, that he wanted nothing, least of all a fuss, least of all dragging him across Europe. But you’d planned, booked, and packed with the quiet determination of a girlfriend who knew her boyfriend’s secret: beneath the provider’s instinct and occasional gruffness, Seungcheol thrived on being cared for, on playful indulgence, on moments where he could simply be adored without the weight of expectation. You just had to get him there.

Word count: 7.6k

Genre/warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, au, slice of life, Italy trip, kinda failed bday surprise, Seungcheol is a scaredy cat, whines and complains but secretly loves everything, reader gets to be called multiple petnames like baby, princess, bunny, my love, etc.

Smut warnings: Minors DNI, birthday sex (just the whole theme of the smut scene), reader in charge, handjob, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids), cowgirl, reader is very determined but has low stamina and suffers, cheol is vocal af throughout, lots of praise, so background praise kink, aftercare

A/N: so… many of you voted for hbd text and now here it is, a very belated birthday text but I’m still happy I’m posting it after all. I’m also going to buy myself some cupcake or something to celebrate my beautiful baby’s birthday. I wanted to do it back on 8th but totally forgot because i was kinda busy :( btw, did you watch his puzzle seventeen live?? He’s so ugh (>_<) gives me cuteness aggression, i smiled like a fool the whole time 😔 as always, hope you enjoy the text and I’ll be happy to see your comments, tags and asks ᙏ̤̫

If you see any mistakes: I try to proofread but English isn’t my first language, proceed at your own discretion.

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The predawn light stains the kitchen tiles the colour of ripe peaches when you creep out of bed, the mattress sighing softly as you escape Seungcheol’s heavy, warm arm slung over your waist. He murmurs something unintelligible, face buried in your pillow, smelling of sleep and the faint, clean scent of his skin. You hold your breath until his breathing evens out again, deep and slow. Mission: Birthday Surprise is a go.

You’d fought for this trip. Fought his grumbled insistence that turning thirty was no different than twenty nine, that he wanted nothing, least of all a fuss, least of all dragging him across Europe. “Just stay in bed with me, princess,” he’d whined, nuzzling your neck with a pout you knew was only half-feigned. “All day. That’s the perfect birthday.” But you’d planned, booked, and packed with the quiet determination of someone who knew their partner’s secret: beneath the provider’s instinct and occasional gruffness, Seungcheol thrived on being cared for, on playful indulgence, on moments where he could simply be adored without the weight of expectation. You just had to get him there.

Now, in the quiet rental kitchen overlooking an Italian courtyard already buzzing with unseen insects, you assemble your secret weapon: a tiny bento cake. Vanilla sponge, layers of tart lemon curd, whipped cream frosting. You’re painstakingly piping wobbly letters onto the top with more lemon curd, tongue caught between your teeth in concentration. Happy B-Day Grumpy.

“Baby?”

You freeze, piping bag poised mid-air. Seungcheol stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the soft gloom of the hallway leading back to the bedroom. His dark hair is adorably sleep-tousled, sticking up in several directions. He’s squinting against the weak kitchen light, clad only in soft grey sleep pants slung low on his hips. The sight of him, rumpled and half-awake, makes your heart squeeze.

“Why’re you…” His voice is thick with sleep. He shuffles closer, bare feet silent on the cool tile. His eyes land on the cake. “...is that cake?”

“Surprise?” you offer weakly, trying to angle your body to, at the very least, block the inscription.

He’s suddenly right behind you, his warmth radiating against your back. His chin hooks over your shoulder, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you snug against his bare chest. His skin is sleep-warm, his breath a soft puff against your ear. “Princess,” he groans, the word vibrating against your shoulder blade. “I told you. No fuss. Should be in bed.” His fingers find the hem of your thin sleep shirt, tracing idle patterns on your hip. “Come back. It’s early.”

“It’s your birthday morning,” you protest, leaning back into him, savouring his warmth despite your mission. “And this is just a tiny cake. For breakfast dessert.”

He hums, unconvinced, his gaze fixed on the cake. You feel the exact moment he deciphers the wobbly letters. A slow, incredulous chuckle rumbles in his chest. “‘Grumpy’? Really?” He nips playfully at your earlobe. “Is that how you see me? On my special day?”

“It’s aspirational,” you retort, setting the piping bag aside and twisting in his hold to face him. You loop your arms around his neck. “Happy Birthday, Cheol.”

He looks down at you, his sleep-softened eyes crinkling at the corners. Despite his protests, there’s a softness there, an openness reserved only for you in these quiet moments. He sighs, a sound of mock resignation that doesn’t quite hide the flicker of pleasure. “Tiny cake. Fine. But only because you made it.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, warm kiss that tastes of sleep and shared breath. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the only thing you did with it was attempt to decorate it before he wakes up. “Now,” he murmurs against your mouth, “can we go back to bed? For just… an hour?”

You relent, putting everything back in the fridge and letting him steer you back towards the bedroom, the cake momentarily forgotten. The battle for the birthday adventure was only half-won.

The mattress creaks quietly as Seungcheol pulls you back down, his arm a warm, heavy band across your waist, tucking you firmly against the furnace of his bare chest. “One more hour, princess,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “Birthday privilege.” His breathing quickly deepens, settling into the steady rhythm of near-sleep. The scent of him—sleep-warm skin, faint clean cotton—envelops you.

But to you sleep is impossible. Adrenaline from the failed birthday cake surprise and the sheer anticipation of the day thrums under your skin. You lie perfectly still, listening to his heartbeat against your back, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. The peach-gold dawn light has strengthened, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Your mind races: the Vespa keys hidden in your beach bag, the picnic basket packed and stowed in one of the cabinets in the kitchen, the lemons waiting to be picked. And Seungcheol who doesn’t know of all your plans for his big day.

A restless energy builds. You shift minutely, your backside pressing more firmly against the hard line of his hips. He hums in his sleep, his arm tightening instinctively. The sound, low and drowsy, sends a spark straight down your spine. I want to take care of him today. The thought, whispered in your mind, ignites something fierce and possessive. Not just the trip, the cake, the lemons. This. Right now.

Before the world wakes up and demands your and his attention. Before all his and your friends and relatives calculate that you’re not sleeping anymore and start calling with birthday wishes.

Slowly, deliberately, you turn in his arms. He makes a soft, questioning noise but doesn't wake, his face relaxed, lips slightly parted. You prop yourself up on one elbow, gazing down at him. The plump lips and all his soft features, the sweep of dark lashes against his cheekbones, the vulnerable curve of his throat. He looks younger in sleep, softer. And all of that beauty is yours. You must’ve saved a country in your past life to deserve him.

Your hand, seemingly of its own volition, drifts down. Not to wake him gently, but to… stake a claim. Your fingers trace the defined line of his hipbone above the low-slung grey sleep pants, then dip lower, sliding beneath the worn elastic waistband. You find him already half-hard, warm and heavy in your palm. You close your hand, not roughly, but with deliberate, possessive pressure, a slow stroke from root to tip. Your eyes are trained on him, watching his reaction.

Seungcheol's breath hitches. His eyes fly open, bleary, confused. “Baby...?” His voice is gravelly with sleep, thick with sudden, disoriented arousal.

“Shhh,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips against his. But it’s not a gentle and sweet ‘happy birthday, my love’ type of kiss. Your tongue traces the seam of his lips, demanding entry, and he yields with a groan, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, but you catch his wrist, pinning it gently but firmly to the mattress beside his head. You break the kiss, holding his gaze. His eyes are wide, dark pools reflecting the dawn light and your own determined expression. “My turn, Cheol,” you whisper, the words a soft command. “Let me take care of you on your special day.”

His brow furrows, a flicker of his usual control surfacing. “Princess, we should—” But your hand moves again, a firm, rhythmic stroke that steals the protest from his lips, replacing it with a sharp gasp. His hips jerk involuntarily, seeking more friction. “Fuck,” he breathes, his head falling back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. “Bunny...”

You watch him, mesmerized by the flush spreading up his chest to his neck, by the way his teeth sink into his lower lip. You use your grip on his wrist to keep him anchored, your other hand working him steadily, firmly, learning the rhythm that makes his breath catch and his thighs tense. His free hand fists the sheet beside him, knuckles white. Whimpers, low and breathy, escape him with every stroke—soft, broken sounds you've rarely heard from him. “Baby... oh god, baby... please...” You’re fascinated because what you hear from him is a surrender, a plea falling from lips usually so quick to command.

The sight of him like this, unraveling under your touch, the sounds he's making—it fuels you. You release his wrist only to push his sleep pants down over his hips, freeing him completely. He's fully hard now, flushed and straining. His eyes open, heavy-lidded and dazed, fixed on you. “Look at you,” you breathe, the dark appreciation sharpening your voice. “So pretty for me, baby.”

You don't give him time to process the praise or reclaim any control. You slide down his body, the sheets whispering against your skin. You press open-mouthed kisses along the inside of his trembling thigh, feeling the muscle jump under your lips. His breath comes in ragged pants. “Little girl...” he gasps, the endearment sounding strained, almost desperate. “What are you—”

Your mouth closes over the head of his cock, swirling your tongue, tasting the salt-slick precum. The groan that rips from his chest is guttural, primal. His hands fly to your hair again, not pushing, but clutching, his fingers tangling desperately. “Oh fuck! Bunny!”

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, setting a relentless, deep rhythm. You listen, attuned to every hitch in his breath, every stifled cry. He tries to lift his hips, to thrust, but you pin his hips down with your forearm, holding him still, forcing him to just take it. His control is utterly shattered. Whines and choked-off moans spill from him, a continuous, desperate litany mixed with your pet names. “Baby girl... so good... fuck, yes... please, please... oh god, little girl, right there... don't stop... can't... baby...”

His thighs tremble violently beside your head. Tears gather at the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes, spilling over onto his temples. He's a wreck, lost in sensation, completely at your mercy. The sounds he makes—high, breathy whimpers, broken gasps of your name—are unlike anything you've ever heard from him. It's intoxicating.

You pull off with a slick pop, leaving him gasping, his cock weeping against his stomach. You quickly discard of your panties and crawl back up his body, your own need a fierce throb between your legs. Cheol’s eyes fly open, wild and pleading. “Need you,” he rasps, his voice wrecked. “On me. Now. Please, princess.”

You straddle his hips, positioning yourself. His hands scramble to grip your waist, but you catch them, pushing them back down onto the mattress above his head. “No,” you say firmly, holding his gaze. “I’m in charge today. Let me.” You sink down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, taking him deep, so deep you both gasp. The stretch is exquisite, the fullness overwhelming. For a moment, you just sit there, adjusting, feeling him pulse inside you, watching his face contort with pleasure so intense it borders on pain. “Fuck, baby girl,” he chokes out, his hips straining upwards involuntarily. “You feel... heavenly…”

Then you move. You set a hard, demanding pace from the start, riding him with a fierceness that surprises even you, using your thighs to lift and sink, grinding down on him with every descent. Your hands brace on his chest, fingers digging into the hard planes of muscle. The sounds he makes are obscene—high-pitched cries, guttural groans, your name sobbed over and over. “Bunny! Yes! Harder! Fuck, baby... just like that... my good girl... my perfect little girl... oh god, yes…”

His hands stay pinned, trembling and sporadically clutching into fists where you've placed them, his only outlet the torrent of words and the desperate arching of his back. Sweat slicks both your bodies. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin, his ragged sobs, your own increasingly labored breathing.

You're relentless, driven by the sight of him breaking apart beneath you, by the power thrumming through your veins, by the sheer, overwhelming need to give him everything. But your stamina isn't infinite. Your thighs, unused to this sustained effort, begin to burn fiercely. The pace you set starts to falter. The hard bounces become slower, grinding undulations. Frustration wells up, hot and sharp. A sob tears from your own throat—not just from pleasure, but from the sheer effort, the delicious exhaustion, the stubborn refusal to stop until he's utterly shattered.

“Tired, baby?” he gasps, his voice thick with concern beneath the wreckage of his own pleasure. His hands flex, desperate to touch you, to help. “Let me—”

“No!” you cry out, the word sharp, almost angry, pressing his wrists into the bed with your grip. Tears of exertion sting your eyes, blurring your vision of his beautiful, ravaged face. You force your screaming muscles to obey, lifting yourself up and slamming back down with renewed, if shaky, force. “Mine! You're... mine... today...” Each word is punctuated by a desperate grind. “Gonna... make you... come... like this...”

He sobs as if in response, his body bowing off the bed. “Gonna... Bunny, l'm... fuck...” His control snaps. His release hits him like a tidal wave, tearing a raw, broken cry from his throat that echoes in the dawn-lit room. His hips piston upwards uncontrollably as he empties himself deep inside you, his entire body seizing, trembling violently beneath you. “Baby! Baby girl! Oh god... oh fuck... yes...” His voice cracks, dissolving into wordless, shuddering moans as the waves crash over him.

You ride him through it, grinding down as his cock pulses within you, your own climax slamming into you a moment later, triggered by his violent release and the sheer intensity of his surrender. It's less a peak and more a shattering, a white-hot explosion that rips through you and your exhaustion, dragging a hoarse cry from your lips as you collapse forward onto his heaving chest.

Silence descends, filled with the frantic drumming of two hearts beneath damp skin, the ragged symphony of lungs fighting for air, the faint, residual tremors running through Seungcheol’s body beneath yours. Sweat cools rapidly, leaving a sticky film on your chest and his, separated only by the dampened layer of your sleep t-shirt, but you lack the strength, and honestly the will, to move. You are boneless, utterly spent, the fierce energy that possessed you drained away, leaving behind a hollowed-out exhaustion and a profound, buzzing satisfaction. Your face is buried in the hollow of his throat, your limbs heavy weights pinning him to the mattress as much as his arms are locked around you, crushing you impossibly close.

His breathing is still harsh, uneven, but it’s gradually slowing. His hands roam your back, slipping under the fabric of your tee, and you can feel them trembling slightly, tracing the bumps of your spine, the curve of your shoulder blade, with a reverence that feels new. Awed. And you can see why, you both discovered each other from new angles just now. His face is still buried in your hair, his lips moving against your scalp, whispering fragmented, shattered endearments into the sweat-damp strands.

“Fuck... baby... my little girl... holy fuck...” The words are muffled, thick with lingering shock and something deeper, rawer. “You... you wrecked me.” His voice cracks on the admission. Seungcheol holds you like you’re the only anchor in a churning sea of the afterglow, his grip almost desperate. “My good girl... my perfect bunny... absolutely fucking perfect...”

You manage a weak hum, nuzzling instinctively against the pulse beating wildly in his neck. Every muscle screams in protest, your thighs burning fiercely from the effort, a pleasant ache settling deep in your core. You feel his lips press softly, lingeringly, to the top of your head. Then, slowly, his arms loosen their vice-like hold, though one hand remains splayed possessively on the small of your back. The other slides up, fingers gently pushing sweat-slicked hair away from your forehead.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice still rough but gaining a fraction of its usual timbre, layered thick with tenderness. “Look at me. Just for a sec.”

It takes monumental effort, but you tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils still blown wide, but the frantic edge has softened into this warm, liquid, overwhelming affection you so often catch him watching you with lately. The faint tracks of tears glisten on his temples, catching the strengthening dawn light. He looks utterly wrecked and impossibly beautiful. A soft, slightly dazed smile touches his lips as his thumb brushes over your cheekbone.

“Hi,” he whispers, the simple word loaded with awe.

“Hi,” you rasp back, your voice sounding wrecked.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “Feel like you ran a marathon, princess?” His thumb traces your lower lip, feather-light.

“Fought a war,” you mumble, letting your head drop back onto his shoulder. “Won.”

His chuckle deepens, warm and rich. “Damn right you did.” He presses another kiss to your hairline. “You were... fuck, baby. Unbelievable. Absolutely fucking incredible.” The praise pours out, unrestrained. "So strong. So beautiful taking what you wanted. Taking me.” His hand strokes down your back again, soothing now. “My perfect, fierce little girl.”

Seungcheol lets you rest against him for a few more precious moments, his hand continuing its gentle, worshipful path over your skin, murmuring soft endearments—princess, bunny, baby girl, my love—against your hair. But practicality, his ingrained need to care, soon surfaces. He shifts slightly beneath you.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice firmer now, laced with gentle command, the tone he so often uses when there’s a decision to be made for the two of you and he needs you to follow his lead. “Can’t stay like this forever, tempting as it is. We need to clean up. Quick shower. Then back to bed for that sleep I was promised, yeah?”

You make a small noise of protest, clinging tighter. “Tired. Comfy.”

“I know, baby. I know you're exhausted. You worked so hard for me.” His praise is immediate, soothing, acknowledging your effort to send him to heaven and back. “My strong girl used all her energy making me feel so good. Let me take care of you now. Please?” He kisses your temple. “Just a quick wash. I'll do everything. Just lean on me.”

The promise in his voice, the sheer devotion, melts your resistance. You heave a sigh and nod weakly against his skin. “Fine.”

“Good girl,” he praises softly, the words sending a fresh, different warmth through you. He maneuvers carefully, first pulling out his softened length which makes you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then he’s sliding out from under you with surprising grace considering his own recent state. The cool air hits your damp skin as Seungcheol leaves the bed, the soaked t-shirt doesn’t make the experience any better, but he’s back instantly, scooping you up effortlessly into his arms before you can even shiver. You instinctively loop your arms around his neck, clinging as he carries you through the quiet villa to the bathroom. His strength, so recently surrendered, is back in full force, a solid, comforting presence.

He sets you down gently on the closed toilet lid. “Stay right there, bunny. Just a sec.” He turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to billow, filling the room with warmth. He grabs two large, fluffy towels, hanging one within easy reach. Then he’s back before you, kneeling, his hands warm on your knees.

“Arms up, princess,” he instructs softly.

You obey, lifting your arms weakly. He carefully peels your sleep shirt up and over your head, discarding it. His gaze sweeps over you, not with hunger now, but with pure, tender appreciation. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His hands go to your waist, helping you stand. He doesn’t linger, his touch practical yet infinitely gentle. He straightens before lifting you again, stepping smoothly into the warm spray.

The water is blissfully hot, sluicing over your aching muscles, washing away the sweat and stickiness. Seungcheol positions you with your back to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you upright. He reaches for the soap, lathering his hands.

“Just relax, baby girl,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice a low rumble under the water's patter. “I've got you.”

And he does. He washes you with meticulous care, as if you’re something infinitely precious and fragile. His soapy hands glide over your shoulders, down your arms, massaging the tired muscles. He washes your back, his thumbs pressing gently into the knots beside your spine. He turns you carefully, washing your front with the same reverent attention, his touch lingering nowhere inappropriate, focused purely on cleansing and soothing. He washes your hair, even though you insist it’s washed—you did it only yesterday. His fingers massage your scalp with firm, delicious pressure that draws a soft moan from you.

“Feel good, bunny?” he asks, his voice thick with affection as he rinses the suds from your hair, carefully shielding your eyes from the spray.

“Mmmhmm,” you hum, leaning heavily against him, your energy utterly depleted. “Perfect.”

“You are perfect,” he corrects softly, his lips brushing your wet temple. “What you did... fuck, baby. I've never...” He pauses, rinsing the soap from your body, his hands smoothing the water over your skin. “You owned me completely. It was the most incredible fucking birthday gift. Sucked the soul out of me and sent me to heaven.” He nuzzles your neck. “My bossy, demanding, perfect princess. Thank you.”

He turns off the water and reaches for the large towel, wrapping you in it immediately, rubbing you dry with the same thorough, gentle attention. He dries himself quickly, efficiently, before wrapping his own towel around his hips. Then he lifts you again, carrying you back to the bedroom, depositing you gently on the edge of the bed. He fetches another towel, carefully drying your hair, rubbing it gently until it’s just damp.

“No pajamas,” you mumble sleepily as he moves to find clothes. “Just sleep.”

He chuckles, a low, warm sound. “Okay, bunny. Just sleep.” He discards his own towel and pulls back the slightly damp sheets on the side you hadn't occupied. He guides you down, pulling the cool top sheet over you both. Then he climbs in beside you, immediately gathering you back into his arms, tucking your head under his chin, your back flush against his chest. His arm is a heavy, warm band across your waist, his legs tangling with yours. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders.

His body is warm and solid, a haven. His lips find the crown of your head again, pressing a lingering kiss into your damp hair. “Sleep now, my love,” he whispers, his voice a deep, soothing rumble against your back. His hand strokes slowly, rhythmically, up and down your arm. “My perfect girl. My birthday miracle. Sleep. I've got you.”

The last of the tension bleeds out of you. The world narrows to the circle of his arms, the steady beat of his heart against your back, the warmth, the safety, the overwhelming sense of being cherished. The fierce determination to take the lead you wielded has been met and mirrored in his tender, all-encompassing care. Exhaustion, deep and complete, pulls you under. As your eyelids flutter shut, the last thing you register is his soft, contented sigh against your hair and the faint pressure of his lips on your shoulder. The birthday adventure could wait another hour or two.

A few hours later, standing on the sun-baked pavement outside the rental villa, Seungcheol is radiating skepticism. He’s swapped his sleep pants for crisp white shorts and an aggressively oversized, red t-shirt of some football team that hangs loosely even on his big frame. Sunglasses perched atop his head, pushing his still-slightly-unruly hair back. He looks effortlessly, infuriatingly cool, which only amplifies the pout currently forming on his lips.

He eyes the vehicle before him like it might bite. “A Vespa?” he repeats, disbelief colouring his tone. “A yellow Vespa? Princess, Italians drive these. Not Koreans. Especially not…” He gestures vaguely at himself, then at the cheerful, lemon-coloured scooter. “...this.”

You’re already adjusting the strap of your helmet, your floral sundress fluttering around your knees in the warm breeze. Your own sunglasses are firmly in place. “It’s iconic!” you counter, patting the leather seat. “And perfectly matches our destination. Hop on, birthday boy.”

“Hop on?” He scoffs, though there’s a hint of amusement beneath the grumbling. “It looks… unstable. And small. Are you sure it’s safe?” He circles it slowly, kicking gently at the stand.

“Completely safe,” you assure him, swinging your leg over and settling onto the seat. It feels surprisingly solid beneath you. You twist, looking back at him expectantly. “Trust me?”

He lets out a long-suffering sigh, the sound dramatically loud in the quiet street. “I trusted you about the ‘no fuss’ birthday, and look where that got me.” But he’s moving, reluctantly fitting the spare helmet over his head, fumbling with the strap under his chin. He climbs on behind you, his long legs folding awkwardly. Immediately, his arms lock around your waist, tight and secure. He’s warm, solid against your back. “Okay. Go slow. Very slow. Like… walking speed. Is walking speed an option?”

You twist the throttle gently, and the Vespa purrs to life beneath you. “Relax, baby. We’re just going for a scenic cruise.” You ease out onto the narrow road, aiming for a steady 30 kmph. The breeze is instantly pleasant, ruffling your hair that’s peeking out from beneath the helmet.

“Slow down!” Seungcheol’s voice is muffled against the back of your neck, his arms tightening further. His face is pressed into your shoulder. “Are you trying to kill me before my birthday? This feels like 100!” His breath tickles your skin.

You laugh, the sound snatched away by the wind. “It’s barely 30!” You navigate a gentle curve, the sun-drenched landscape of rolling hills and cypress trees unfolding around you. It’s breathtaking.

“Feels faster,” he mumbles, his voice vibrating against your spine. But slowly, incrementally, you feel him relax. His grip, while still firm, becomes less panicked. He shifts slightly, his cheek resting against your shoulder blade instead of being buried. “Okay,” he concedes after a few minutes, his voice clearer. “It’s… not terrible. The view is nice.” You know he doesn’t mean the hills. You grin, unseen.

A few kilometers later, approaching a slightly wider stretch of road, you feel him tap your hip. “Pull over? Just… for a second.”

You carefully steer the Vespa onto a gravel pull-off overlooking a valley painted in shades of green and gold. You kill the engine. Silence floods back, filled only with the buzz of insects and distant birdsong. Seungcheol climbs off, stretching his long legs with a groan. He pulls off his helmet, running a hand through his flattened hair. He then proceeds to pull out his phone and take the scenic photos of the valley with colourful houses scattered here and there.

“You okay?” you ask, removing your own helmet, to quickly shake out your hair and put the thing back on.

He turns to you, sunlight catching the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. His expression is serious for a moment. Then, without a word, he steps close. His hands come up, surprisingly gentle, to adjust the strap of your helmet that is currently undone. His fingers brush the sensitive skin of your jaw as he clicks it fastened, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warmth. His eyes are intent behind his sunglasses as he carefully tightens the strap, ensuring it’s secure but not too tight. His focus is absolute, a quiet intensity that momentarily steals your breath. “Safety first, bunny,” he murmurs, his thumb smoothing over the strap under your jaw. It’s a simple gesture, practical, yet it feels incredibly intimate. He steps back, the cool moment dissolving as quickly as it came, replaced by his softer smile that barely touches the corners of his lips and yet changes his face from scary to open and approachable in seconds. “Okay. Can we avoid any more death-defying speeds now?”

You snort in response and roll your eyes.

The lemon grove is a revelation. Rows upon rows of vibrant green trees, heavy with fruit the colour of captured sunshine, stretching towards a sky so blue it hurts. The air hums with life and the intense, clean, sharp scent of citrus. It’s heady and beautiful and exactly as you pictured.

Seungcheol, however, looks like he’s walked into a nature-themed horror movie. He accepts the small wicker basket from the cheerful attendant with the air of someone being handed a live grenade. His sunglasses are firmly back on his nose, his posture rigid.

“Right,” he says, surveying the grove with deep suspicion. “Sunny ones. Got it.” He takes a tentative step onto the grassy path between the trees.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement, already reaching for a plump lemon gleaming like a jewel. “Look at this one! It’s perfect!”

“It’s yellow,” Seungcheol observes dryly, keeping a careful distance from the tree you’re admiring. He peers at a leaf. “Are there… things living in here?”

“Things?” You laugh, carefully twisting the lemon free. It comes away with a soft snap, releasing a burst of fragrant oil into the air.

“Bugs,” he clarifies, flinching as a tiny gnat flies near his face. He swats vaguely at the air. “Bees. Wasps. Spiders.” He shudders dramatically. “This isn’t an entertainment, princess, it’s torture. Why couldn’t we just buy lemons at the supermarket? Like normal people?”

“Because it’s fun!” you insist, placing the lemon gently in your basket. “And authentic! Feel the sun, smell the air!”

“I feel the sweat,” he grumbles, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “And I smell… imminent insect attack.” He jumps as a slightly larger bee drones lazily past him, heading towards a cluster of blossoms. “See! It’s targeting me! Why is it following me?!” He whines and ducks reflexively, bumping into you.

You steady him, laughing. “It’s not targeting you, baby. It’s busy.”

He glares in the direction the bee flew, clutching his basket like a shield. “It looked aggressive. They can sense fear, you know.” He eyes the leafy canopy above with deep mistrust. “Are there spiders in that tree? Big ones?”

“Probably tiny ones,” you reassure him, though your eyes twinkle with mischief. “Harmless.”

“Harmless is relative,” Seungcheol mutters, cautiously reaching for a lemon on a low-hanging branch several feet away from you. He picks it like it might explode, holding it gingerly first then scrutinising from every angle. He drops it into his basket with a look of profound relief. “One. That’s my contribution. Can we go now?”

But you’re already deeper into the grove, enchanted by the dappled sunlight and the sheer abundance. You lose track of him for a few minutes, focused on selecting the most perfect, unblemished lemons. When your basket is satisfyingly heavy, you turn to find him.

He’s leaning against a tree trunk a little way off, looking bored but slightly less tense. His basket rests at his feet. As you approach, he pushes off the trunk and picks it up. “Here,” he says, thrusting it towards you. It’s filled almost to the brim with beautiful, large lemons. “Sunny ones. Like you said.”

“Cheol! This is amazing!” you exclaim, genuinely surprised. “You harvested all these?”

He shrugs, looking down, a faint flush creeping up his neck under the sunglasses. “Had to do something while you were communing with the citrus spirits.” He nudges your own basket. “Swap you. Mine are probably better.”

You laugh and accept the heavier basket. As you transfer the lemons into your larger tote bag, nestled amongst the picnic supplies you brought along, your fingers brush against one that feels different. You pull it out. It’s flawless, large, and heavy. And carved delicately into the bright yellow rind, clear as day, are two words and a tiny heart: Princess ♡.

You look up at him, your heart doing a funny little flip. He’s trying very hard to look nonchalant, examining a leaf with intense focus, but the tips of his ears are bright red. The contrast between the grumpy insect-paranoid man and this hidden, sweet gesture is overwhelmingly endearing. You don’t say anything, just cradle the special lemon for a moment before carefully placing it back in the bag, a warm glow spreading through your chest.

The picnic spot you find is a small, secluded clearing under the dappled shade of what looks to be an ancient olive tree, overlooking the groves and the distant hazy blue of the Mediterranean. You spread out the blanket, unpacking crusty bread, fresh mozzarella, slices of salty prosciutto, juicy tomatoes, some wine and other snacks. Luckily for you the owners of the grove agreed to store your picnic basket in their fridge that they offered to their guests specifically for such occasions.

The air hums with heat and the scent of sun-warmed earth and citrus as Seungcheol flops onto the blanket with a groan that’s only half-exaggerated. “Sanctuary,” he declares, stretching out his legs. He pulls off his sunglasses, squinting up at the canopy. “No bees here. Just… peace. And food.” He eyes the spread appreciatively. He pats the blanket beside him. “Come here, birthday curator. My hands are tired. From escaping death-by-wasp and harvesting your lemons.”

“Limoni! Signora, limoni!” you echo the funny TikTok video you saw a long time ago, shifting to sit closer, and you both laugh. He immediately rearranges himself, dropping his head heavily into your lap with a satisfied sigh. He looks up at you, his dark eyes soft, the earlier tension completely gone from his face. He looks relaxed, younger, utterly content. The late afternoon sun gilds his features, catching the faint laugh lines around his eyes.

“Feed me?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. He opens his mouth comically wide, like a baby bird. “Bread first. With the mozzarella. And tomato.”

You laugh, tearing off a piece of crusty bread, layering it with creamy cheese and a slice of ripe tomato. You hold it to his lips. He takes a bite, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. A crumb clings to his lower lip. You brush it away with your thumb, and he catches your wrist, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. The simple touch sends warmth radiating through you.

For a while, it’s quiet. The only sounds are the rustle of leaves, distant insects, and the soft crunch as you both eat. You feed him bits of prosciutto, a slice of tomato sprinkled with salt. He accepts it all lazily, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your sundress where it rests against his shoulder. The world narrows to this patch of shade, the weight of his head in your lap, the shared silence filled with affection.

He breaks it first, his voice quiet, thoughtful. “...Okay,” he murmurs, gazing up at the fragmented sky through the olive leaves. “This is nice.” He turns his head slightly, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh. “Thanks for not listening to me, princess. About the no-fuss thing.”

You smile down at him, tracing the familiar curve of his eyebrow with a gentle finger. “Still grumpy?”

He catches your tracing finger, bringing it to his lips for a brief kiss. His eyes hold yours, warm and open. “Mmm. Maybe a little.” A playful glint sparks in them. “Think you could kiss it better?”

You lean down, brushing your lips softly against his. It’s slow, sweet, tasting of sunshine, salt, and the faintest hint of lemon. He sighs into it, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, deepening the kiss for a lingering moment before letting you pull back. “Better?” you whisper.

“Much,” he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips. He closes his eyes, settling back against you. “Don’t move. This is perfect.”

The Vespa ride back feels different. The late afternoon sun paints the landscape in richer golds and deeper blues. Seungcheol, radiating contentment and perhaps a little drowsiness from the picnic and the short nap he took while you were chilling under the tree, insists on driving this time.

“My turn, captain,” he declares, holding out his hand for the keys. There’s a new confidence in his posture, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Revenge time.”

You eye him warily but hand over the keys. He settles onto the seat, looking much more at home now. You climb on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, pressing your cheek against the sun-warmed fabric of his red t-shirt. You can feel the solid warmth of his back, the steady beat of his heart.

He starts the engine, the familiar purr vibrating beneath you. He glances back over his shoulder. “Hold on tight, baby,” he says, the smirk audible in his voice.

You brace yourself, expecting a burst of speed. Instead, he eases the Vespa forward with glacial slowness. You’re barely moving, a sedate 15 kmph, if that. Pedestrians could easily overtake you.

“Cheol!” you laugh, squeezing him. “This isn’t revenge, it’s… snail speed!”

“Safety first,” he intones solemnly, mimicking his earlier words. He navigates the road with exaggerated care, taking corners so wide and slow you almost tip over. “Enjoying the scenic route?” he asks innocently and you feel his voice vibrating against your cheek through his back.

You are, actually. It’s ridiculously slow, but it gives you time to soak in the fading light, the deepening colours of the countryside, the scent of cypress and warm earth. And holding onto him like this, feeling the rumble of the engine and the steady rise and fall of his breathing, is its own kind of perfect. You press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “It’s perfect,” you murmur.

He hums, a sound of deep almost smug satisfaction. “Told you.”

The rental villa is cool and quiet after the warmth of the day. Seungcheol deposits the bags of lemons on the kitchen counter with a sigh of relief. Before you can even think about unpacking or getting the cake, he steers you gently but firmly towards the bathroom.

“Go,” he says, his voice soft but leaving no room for argument. “Draw the bath. Use the fancy bubbles.” He gestures towards the expensive-looking bath salts you’d bought during the couple of days you stayed in Rome.

“But the cake—” you start.

“Later,” he interrupts, his hands settling on your shoulders, turning you fully towards the bathroom door. “You planned all day. Drove the scary Vespa. Harvested lemons under insect siege.” His thumbs rub small circles on your shoulders. “Now I plan. And I’m saying bath. Now.” His tone brooks no argument, but it’s laced with tenderness. “Go on, bunny. I’ll bring wine.”

You obey, the warmth of the day and the lingering contentment making you pliant. The bathroom is soon filled with steam, fragrant with the scent of lemon verbena and rose from the salts. You light candles, their flickering light dancing on the tiled walls. You’re just slipping off your sundress and underwear when Seungcheol enters, carrying two glasses of pale local wine. He’s shed his red shirt and shorts, wearing just his boxer briefs. He sets the glasses down on the wide ledge of the deep stone tub.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, looking at the steaming, fragrant water. He holds out his hand. “In you get.”

You sink into the blissfully hot water with a sigh, the heat instantly soothing muscles you hadn’t realized were tense. Seungcheol quickly discards his briefs and climbs in behind you, the water sloshing gently. He settles you back against his chest, his legs bracketing yours. For a moment, you just breathe, enveloped in warmth and steam and his solid presence. You reach for the glasses, pass one to him and take a small sip from yours. The only sound is the soft lap of water and your combined breathing.

Then you hear him setting his glass of wine aside and his hands slide over your shoulders, strong thumbs pressing into the knots at the base of your neck. You groan softly, melting back against him. “You drove so well today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the damp skin just below your ear. His voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the water. “My brave captain.” His hands work gently down your shoulders, massaging the tension away. “Kept us alive. Got us our lemons.” His touch is firm, purposeful, yet incredibly tender.

You laugh breathlessly from his exaggerated praise. “You did good too,” you sigh, tilting your head to give him better access. “Conquered your fear of Italian wildlife.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your back. “Barely.” His hands move to your upper arms, kneading gently. “Still think that bee had it out for me.” His fingers trace light patterns on your skin before returning to the soothing pressure. The intimacy is quiet. Has been for a while now. Over the past couple of years of your relationship it has softened and deepened. Has become less about passion—though it’s still present in abundance—and more about care, about connection, about washing away the day’s small exertions together like you’re doing right now. You feel utterly cherished, utterly safe.

You relax completely, leaning your head back against his shoulder. His lips find your temple in a soft, lingering kiss. “Best birthday,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your damp skin. “Even with the bees, the terrifying Vespa speeds… all of it.” He nuzzles your hair. “Because you were there.”

You turn your head just enough to find his lips. The kiss is slow, deep, tasting of the herbal bath salts and the faint sweetness of the wine. Steam curls around you, the candlelight flickering on your closed eyelids. It’s a kiss of pure contentment, of shared warmth, of unspoken love.

“Stop squirming,” he murmurs against your lips, a smile in his voice, as his hands suddenly find your ribs, tickling gently. “I’m not that ticklish— Cheol!” But he finds a spot even you didn’t know about. Your surprised yelp dissolves into laughter, echoing brightly in the steamy room. The wine in your glass sloshes from sharp movement. Seungcheol laughs too, holding you tighter as you try to squirm away, the water spilling over the edge of the tub. The sound is pure, unadulterated joy, bouncing off the tiles.

Later, wrapped in soft towels, the world outside dark, you finally have the opportunity to finish decorating the main dessert of the day—you banish Seungcheol from the kitchen so he at least doesn’t spoil the finishing touches you’re planning on—and bring the bento cake to bed. You sit cross-legged facing each other on the cool sheets, the cake sitting between you on a pretty plate you found in the kitchen. The single candle on top flickers, casting dancing shadows.

“Make a wish,” you whisper.

He looks at you, his face illuminated by the tiny flame, his eyes impossibly soft. He doesn’t look away as he leans forward and blows the candle out in one gentle breath. The room plunges into near darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the open window.

“What did you wish for?” you ask softly, breaking off a small piece of cake, the lemon curd glistening.

He catches your wrist as you move to pop it into your mouth. Instead, he guides your hand towards his own lips, taking the cake from your fingers. You watch with amusement and free your hand to bring your fingers back to your lips, licking the crumbs and some frosting off. He chews slowly, then leans forward, his hands cupping your cheek. Then he pulls you in, his plush lips finding yours again, slow and deep and tasting of vanilla, lemon, and him.

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. The silence stretches, comfortable and deep, filled with the scent of picked lemons you brought back from the groves and your fancy bath salts, and the quiet intimacy of shared space.

“Next year?” he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your skin. His thumb traces your lower lip where the curd had been. He licks a tiny trace of it from his own thumb, his eyes holding yours in the moonlight, gentle and full of love. “Just this. No lemons, no Vespas…” His lips brush yours again, feather-light. “Just you.”

Your heart flutters. Of course you’re going to come up with something else next year, of course you won’t let his special day be dull and forgettable. Maybe you’ll ease up on the travelling part and not drag him across the globe and torture him with yellow Vespas and bees and picking lemons. But the single fact that you’re enough for him undoes you in ways that nothing else can.

You wrap your arms around his neck basically launching yourself at Seungcheol, cake forgotten, and deepen the kiss, pouring all your feelings of love and gratitude you have for this man, for having him in your life. He laughs, falling back onto the bedsheets with you on top of him. You hug him tightly, feeling suddenly sentimental.

“I love you so much,” you mutter, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His arms vine around you in response, strong and secure.

Seungcheol sighs, the sound content and loaded with feelings that can’t be expressed in simple words. His hold on you tightens minutely as he presses a kiss to your temple and mutters against your skin. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.”

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Masterlist.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

Confident; still got more for me?

Mingi x f!reader

Requests are open

✧ Genre: Smut, pureeee smut.

✧ Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (both receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, hair tug, some sex positions, clubbing. Lmk if I missed something :)

✧ Synopsis: He spotted you and desired to make you his, but maybe it was all the way around. You became his obsession.

✧ Word count: 1k

MASTERLIST

♡ ✧ ☾

The moment you walked into the club, you knew he saw you, he made too obvious. Mingi’s eyes were locked on you like he’d just seen a fantasy step out of his dreams. The sway of your hips, the sharp click of your heels against the floor, the way your chin tilted up like you owned the room; every detail screamed confidence (you’re a queen gurl).

By the time you reached him, leaning in close with a sly smile, he already looked ruined.

“You gonna keep staring,” you whispered, “or are you gonna do something about it?”

That was all it took. Two hours later, yo were in his apartment, his back pressed against his apartment door, and you on your knees. His shirt open, hair falling into his face as he watched you do your thing. The sight of you on your knees like that had him twitching against his lower stomach already, but when your lips brushed the head of his cock, he let out a sound so low it almost didn’t sound human.

“Fuck…” His head tipped back, a vein in his throat straining as you wrapped your hand around the base and stroked him slow, dragging your tongue across the tip, savoring the taste of his precum.

You hummed, deliberately taking your time, kitten-licking up the thick vein before swallowing him deeper, your throat stretching around his size. His thighs tensed immediately, one hand flying to your hair, not to force you, but to hold onto something, grounding himself.

“Don’t tease” he groaned, breath hitching when you pulled back with a wet pop, spit glistening on your chin. You only smirked, stroking him slow while licking over the swollen head again, eyes locked on his.

Mingi looked wrecked already, chest heaving, sweat shining at his temples. You kept going with a faster and consistent pace for some more minutes.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me—” He cut himself off with a strangled groan as you took as much as you could of him, your throat working around him. There he came and you swallowed it all.

When you pulled back at last, saliva glistening over his cock and your lips swollen, you kissed the head gently before whispering against him:

“Now you know how bad I want you.”

His chest rose and fell, eyes dark, jaw clenched like he was holding himself back. Then he grabbed you, and sat you over his kitchen counter.

“My turn.”

He growled when he got on his knees, facing your clothed pussy under your dress and tucked your panties to the side. His mouth was on you before you could even gasp, tongue fucking you and circling your clit until your thighs clamped around his head, until you spilled all over his tongue with a scream.

When he stood up, lips glossy with you, he took you right to his room.

“I gotta have it,” he groaned, voice breaking with need. “Fuck, I need you.”

You tugged his hair, kissing him roughly, tasting yourself on his lips. “Take it then. I’m not stopping you.”

There you were on his bed, satin sheets tangled around your bodies after he roughly undressed you both.

Your lipstick staining his neck and chest as you rode him. He never stopped staring. His hands had been everywhere, and he couldn’t stop cupping your perfect breasts.

“Fuck” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs as you rolled your hips slow and deep. “You’re… you’re unreal.”

The way you rode him wasn’t shy, it wasn’t careful, it was hypnotic and confident. Every roll of your hips dragged a curse out of his throat. His cock was big, just like him, and it made your pussy stretch perfectly and deliciously good, you could feel his tip kissing your cervix with every hump.

Every time you leaned down to kiss him, he felt dizzy and in a dream, your breath and perfume was mesmerizing.

“You said this was your first time?” he rasped, gripping your waist as you ground down harder. “You fuckin’ lied—”

“Maybe I did,” you whispered, biting his lip, which made him let out a deep moan.

He flipped you under him, pinning your wrists above your head, but you only grinned up at him, legs wide open like you were daring him to take more.

“Still think you’re in control?” you teased, and he lost it, slamming into you so hard the headboard rattled.

The sounds spilling out of you were shameless: moans, curses, even laughter when he groaned into your neck like he couldn’t survive without you. You dragged your nails down his back, marked him red, whispered filth into his ear just to see him twitch.

“You’re addicting,” he moaned, voice trembling with pleasure as his thrusts got messier and your pussy sloppier. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“I know” you answer with all that sexy confidence in your body.

It was filthy and elegant at the same time. The lipstick stains, the sweat glistening on his abs, your perfect hair a mess across the satin pillows. You were nasty but fancy, dangerous but intoxicating, and Mingi was completely undone.

He kept thrusting into you wildly, all you capsule hear was the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt and both for your moans and groans. At times he would slap your ass, squeeze your boobs or choke you, but no matter how hard he tried to dominate you, he knew he was the one obsessed and head over heels for your body. He would also pull your hair just with the right amount of force.

After a while he had you squirting across his stomach and pelvis, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until your thighs trembled around his waist, until you were clawing at his chest begging for mercy. But even then, you smirked through your tears, whispering, “Still got more for me?”

And he did. Because no matter how much he came, how many times he collapsed against you, breathless and shaking, Mingi still couldn’t stop.

Because you weren’t just sex, you were an addiction. And he had to have you, over and over again.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

DIRTY SECRETS — s.jy

what if you found love with your sister’s boyfriend. not a good idea right?

pairing ˗ˏˋ sister’s boyfriend!jake x inexperienced fem!reader ˎˊ˗

word count: 28.2k

genre: smut minors do not interact, sister’s boyfriend au, infidelity (but not actually though), p with plot, p with feelings, forbidden love, morally ambiguous characters

content warnings: dub-con, cheating (but not actually though), toxic family dynamics, kissing, jealously, manipulation, kissing, toxicity, jay feature, heeseung mention, marco polo (pool game), footsie under table, profanity, jake is pervy, groping, teasing, reader is oblivious and inexperienced, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, p in v, fingering, squirting, praising, dirty talk, degradation, handjobs, oral (f + m rec.), deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, breeding kink, corruption kink, creampies, facials, petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, nasty girl)

lily’s note: if you wish not to interact with this type of content, feel free to click out and not read !! please remember this is merely fiction and not a reflection of me or any of the people mentioned and our beliefs

‘Dear Diary, I have a confession to make’

‘My sister’s boyfriend is fucking hot’

Acceptance is a big thing your family lacks doing, always seeming to be in the denial stage when it does no justice to anyone but themselves.

The selfish of the selfish, only caring about themselves and how to look the best. So due to the uncontrollable association it only must be true on your end. The apple never does fall too far from the tree.

You are not a good person.

That is what you used to believe until you met your sister's current new boyfriend, Jake.

While this was the first time you were dissecting any of her relationships, it was obvious this one was different. It wasn't like any of her old ones. There were too many loop holes on how they came to be, especially when she had just gotten out of a 1 year relationship with her longest lasting boyfriend—Heeseung.

It started off as a rough patch like always until she found herself a new boyfriend to keep her busy, and you just thought it would be someone within her usual taste.

Yet, this time she was charted into territory that she would never be caught dead in but on the opposite side, you would have an absolute field day in.

That's how indefinitely you knew you were not a good person.

Not because of the association or pressure to fit in but rather because it's just in your blood.

'He always keeps looking at me even when he's clinging to my sister like a vice and it's fucking aggravating’

'How do they cross paths? That's the million dollar question'

'Usually she's the one parading her latest boyfriend around but I just guess not this time’

'All I want to know is how she stumbled upon this gem by chance'

You scribble out the last sentence and groan loudly as you end up ripping out the page and crumbling into a ball in frustration. Huffing you squish the paper ball, your phone pinged and you glanced over to see the message 'Come over' illuminating your screen.

Sighing heavily as you flip your phone over and stand up from your chair and walk out of your room to dispose of the crumbled paper properly.

You make a mental note to search for your old trash bin in order to avoid having to come outside of your room so much.

Right when you were about to turn the corner, you yelped and dropped the paper in hand when you heard the cluttering noise in the kitchen.

Rounding the corner quickly, you catch Jake with piles of plastic containers scattered around and a small pot in hand as he stares at you like a puppy that just got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes! Sorry, I'm okay. I just wanted to make some ramen cause I got a little hungry and your sister told me I could just go alone to make it since she didn't feel like coming with me"

"Sounds typical of her" You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose for a second before letting go and looking at him, "Do you need any help?"

Jake waves his hand and smiles warmly, "No I should manage fine hopefully" He chuckles and awkwardly rubs his nape, "If not you can come running back when you start to smell smoke or hear a loud thud"

"Oh don't worry I'll be on high alert" He chuckles softly and it makes you softly smile back before clearing your throat at the awkward silence, "Well uhm l'm gonna go, please don't blow up our house "

"Can't make any promises"

You give a tight smile as you quickly speedwalk away as fast as you could before it can be considered running.

Grumbling under your breath when you made it back your room, you thump your head back against the door and closed yours eyes with a deep sigh, "She doesn't deserve him"

"Hey wait!" Jake calls out when he sees the balled paper sitting perfectly where you once stood but sighs heavily when he realizes you were gone

He stoops down and picks up the discarded paper and he knows he should be more mindful to not read it. But, he's a curious person.

He unfolds the paper and once it's flattened out just enough, he glances over it and proceeds to reread the note or more like diary entry way more than he would like to admit.

There was a beating in his chest that he couldn't control and the small smile grew wider until his teeth were showing. Trying to hide it with a hand over his mouth as he kept repeating the first two sentences.

'Dear diary, I have a confession to make'

'My sister's boyfriend is fucking hot'

Jake gulps down his happiness to neatly fold the wrinkled paper and tuck into his pocket, "Your dirty secret is safe with me"

⊹ ࣪ ˖

You were tiptoeing out of your room, biting down on your tongue to hold back a hiss for the loud click of the closing door behind you echoing in the dead silent house.

Stopping dead in your tracks to roam your eyes around the empty hallway. When noticing it didn’t alarm anyone you sighed out in relief. Only managing to take two steps from your door until you nearly jumped out of your skin at the soft whisper, “Heading out somewhere?”

You tensed recognizing the deep accented voice before painfully turning around to see your sister’s boyfriend standing straight with an empty bowl in hand.

“What are you still doing up?” Your quiet whisper made Jake look at you up and down, taking in your appearance with thin lips as his grip around the bowl tightened

“I could ask you the same, where are you going so.. Dolled up?” Jake watched how you deviated your gaze away from him when questioned

It hadn’t even been less than an hour ago where you caught him making a mess in your kitchen just to make a bowl of ramen. Now he’s catching you crawling out of your room to go somewhere that isn’t your home.

Jake looked at you as the words of the paper tucked away safely in his pocket rang through his head. He shuffles his weight between his feet, you were still yet to find out he picked up the dropped diary entry.

‘Dear diary, I have a confession to make’

‘My sister’s boyfriend is fucking hot’

His mouth runs dry, he tries to swallow the lump and covers it by his mouth turns into a slight pout as you notice the change of expression.

A burning warmth spreads across your cheek as an unease settles in your body the longer you’re in his presence. “I was just“

“Sneaking out to go to her little boyfriend’s house” A third voice chimed in and recognizing it anywhere, you look to your sister emerging from her room and walking towards the both of you

“He’s not my boyfriend” You quickly snapped but she waved you off with a laugh and ignored the harsh glare you sent her

Unbeknownst of the look Jake shot your way the moment he heard your sister’s words—a failure to mention that minor detail, his eyes raked back over you, his bottom lip pouting out more.

“Right, he’s just a friend” She put the last words in air quotes before laughing a scoff and wrapping her hands around Jake’s bicep giving him a smile before looking back at you, “Go while I’m still in a good mood”

“Unless you want me to tell mom and dad you’re sneaking out again” You narrowed your gaze, the heavier glare sent to not phasing her in the slightest

Moving your lips in an uncomfortable manner, you bite on your tongue and turn a sharp heel to head towards the front door without a word.

“Such a brat” Your sister rolled her eyes before tugging at Jake, “You still haven’t put the bowl away in the kitchen? Whatever let’s go to bed, I’m tired”

Jake’s eyes remained where you once stood before a harsher tug pulled him out of the daze and back to the reality of your sister—his girlfriend pulling at him.

“Right” He muttered under his breath, “What were you doing up anyway? I thought you said you were going to sleep” Jake murmurs to your sister as he stares off to the distance in hopes of catching a glimpse of the front door

His girlfriend gave another harsh pull on his arm that woke him up from his haze. In a confused face, he looked up to your sister, mouth ajar at the glaring gaze examining him, “She always acts out like that if that’s what you’re wondering”

“Our parents told her to stop messing around and just focus on her studies but she just doesn’t listen” Your sister sneered at the reminder of your reckless actions, “I’ve even had to receive an earful for not keeping a closer eye on her when they first caught her sneaking out”

“There’s been more than one instance?” Jake flinches when your sister laughs out loud, he remains silent since he didn’t even have to say anything, your sister just rambled out everything he wanted to know

“Oh there’s been so many times that I can’t even keep track anymore”

“I’ve told her so many times to be better in sneaking out because I won’t cover for her” You sister dragged him back to the room and threw herself onto the bed in a loud huff, “Plus her and her little fuck buddy that she calls a friend isn’t going anywhere, so I don’t get the point of risking our parent’s trust for it”

She roughly pushed herself up to look at him with a scowl at Jake’s lack of agreement to her statement, “Am I right?”

“How long have they been seeing each other?” Jake glossed over it with a voice scratchier and more pronounced than usual as he rested up against the closed door

Your sister perked at the question and raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know, a few months maybe? I don’t keep tabs on her life”

“So there’s no attachment between them? Just two people messing around?” Jake awkwardly clears his throat and rubs the back of his nape with his freehand

“She swears that they're just friends but I call bullshit on that” Your sister rolls her eyes at the instance that whatever it may be is anything but innocent, “Otherwise she wouldn’t be pulling this type of shit for the sake of friendship”

Her ramble stops abruptly as she stares at Jake with raised eyebrows for his sudden curiosity about you. It was interesting when Jake had shown no interest in you when she first mentioned you to him.

Leaning forward, her elbows perched on her knee as she zeroed in on Jake with a tugging smirk, “Why so curious?”

He harshly gulped, both hands pressed the bowl into the middle of his chest as his mind racked for anything and every thought imaginable to save himself, “Just want to look out for her. Make sure she doesn’t get heartbroken from messing with the wrong guy”

“Aww look at you worrying over my sister, aren’t you just such a caring boyfriend”

⊹ ࣪ ˖

Laying on your back, you kept shifting your body weight to get comfortable to sleep but you couldn’t seem to get any shut eye when you kept hearing your sister’s giggle down the hallway followed by Jake’s deeper chuckle.

You plopped yourself on your side harshly with a recoil and sighed heavily. Meeting Jake the first time was a revolutionary moment, you’re still just unsure if it was for the worst or the best.

"Uh... What happened to Heeseung?" The question imposed innocence and probably should have been asked during a time when it was just you and your sister and not be the first thing you asked when you opened the door for her after not seeing her for months

But it just slipped out before you could stop it.

It was just that seeing an unfamiliar face next to your sister, a sweet smile stretched on his face with loosely baggy clothes fitting him perfectly was odd when her and Heeseung had just celebrated their one year.

You hissed when a hand flew your way and smacked your arm. Immediately jerking yourself away from it and looking at your mom's warning gaze. "I am so sorry for that! She doesn't know when to be quiet" She loudly chuckled to fill the awkward silence

Your sister's hand gripped around the male's bicep tighter before straining out a smile, "This is my boyfriend, Jake"

Looking over to the male next to her, you took in his appearance. He was nowhere near her usual type and you knew your sister was very adamant on who she spent her time with.

Yet, noticing the fluff of his hair, his soft and warm eyes, high cheekbones for the sheepish smile he had as he talked to your parents, his giggle that was light but strong—He was the perfect fit of your ideal type.

“Congratulate your sister” Your mom whispered into your ear with a grip of your arm before letting go to show a wide smile with opened arms to the new addiction of the family

Jake gave your dad a firm handshake until it got to your turn. His eyes landed on you, looking up and down—taking in your appearance with a slight nod that you would’ve missed if you weren’t paying close attention.

He leaned in, his arms opening and engulfing you into a hug before you could even retaliate. You suddenly become rigid in the embrace, his hands sprawled across your lower and mid back to flush your bodies together before he lets go with a smile lingering on his face. “Nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you”

Sneaking a glance to your sister with furrowed eyebrows before giving a kind smile, “Nice to meet you too” You quietly greeted which prompted his smile to grow in size

It would be a long break with your parents, your sister and her new boyfriend

⊹ ࣪ ˖

When your parents suggested the pool to cool off during the heat. Jake didn’t imagine you’d invite whoever it was rubbing sunblock all over your back.

Sunglasses perched on his high nose bridge did nothing to hide his burning gaze at the fit of giggles you let out.

Forced to watch the guy spreading the moisture onto his hands before splattering it onto your back making you squeal from how cold it was. Jake sees the wide smile the guy had hearing you giggle and he dug his nails deep into the flesh of his palm.

What you didn’t notice but Jake did was the way the guy looked at you while you weren’t paying attention. How the wide smile softened and became warm.

It was like a bubble that surrounded you both—away from everyone. Away from him. It settled something weird in him, an ache in his chest that bubbled something nasty.

“Jake, can you put sunblock on my back?” He snapped away from your direction at the sound of his girlfriend right in front of him, holding the bottle that was just at your side a moment ago

He pursed his lips out before grabbing the bottle from your sister and lathering it over his hands before motioning for her to sit down. His hands threaded to her skin though his mind was in a different place.

Trying to focus on the flesh of skin under his hands but his eyes wondered where you were sitting but he stopped his hands when there was no sight of you. The sudden sound of splashing water followed by your loud laughter slipped past his ringing ears.

He whipped his head towards the source to see you already in the pool, swimming closer to the guy who dipped his feet in as he fondly smiled at you.

“Hey why’d you stop?” Your sister snapped her head to Jake

However, instead of sticking by her side like she said to, he suddenly took of his shirt and his legs picked him up and threw himself into the pool before he could second guess himself

You turned away to stop the water from getting into your face at the sudden cannonball in the pool. Turning around when the coast was clear but to your shock, Jake was already swimming towards you.

You straightened your posture as he grew closer, he slicked back his wet hair, the water droplets falling onto his forehead before skidding down the side of his face.

He gave the signature shy smile he gave when you first met and extended his hand out, not to you but to who was in front of you, “Nice to meet you, name’s Jake”

Sneaking a glance towards you before pulling his arm from behind and gripping Jake’s into a firm shake, “Nice to meet you, I’m Jay”

“So how long have you two been dating?” Jake fiddled a finger between you two, a fake smile bright on his face

The sudden question made your eyes nearly pop out while Jay coughed and retreated his hand back to his side with an awkward laugh.

“I thought I told you babe, they aren’t dating” Your sister’s voice chimes as she carefully dipped her legs into the pool and extended her arms out, waiting for him to come to her

Jake sneaks a glance to your unreadable gaze and lets out a sigh under his breath before moving towards where your sister waited. “They’re just merely screwing around, isn’t that right sis?” Your sister shot you a look you knew far too well

You grimace at how she grabbed onto Jake’s offered hands and dipped into the pool with a slight shiver by the contrast of temperature. Not choosing to respond, you gravitate towards Jay who only gave you a strained smile before entering the pool himself.

Jake watched how you and Jay were nearing closer together and felt his chest cave in itself, without thinking his mouth moved before he could stop himself, “Why don’t we play marco polo?”

Everyone looked at him with weird expressions and he awkwardly smiled, nervously swishing the water away around him. “I mean why not right? Gives us time to spend together”

Whilst, no one was fond of his decision—he could tell that much, they all still reluctantly agreed, having nothing better to do than just swimming and chilling in the pool.

Instead of following traditional rules, the game was twisted in their own ways. Instead of having only one person close their eyes, everyone does and you can open them once you find someone.

Now closed eyes, arms stretched out that he was sure he looked silly.

“Marco!” He was the first to yell out, heart thumping in his chest as he realized how he didn’t have much sense around him besides touch and sound

Hearing how the swashing over water overruled any other sound until he heard the sweetness of your voice calling out, “Polo!” There was a twinge of excitement in your voice

Before he could open his mouth to respond back, the only other husky deep voiced chipped in as the sound of the rustling in water grew closer, “Marco”

Something switched in Jake as his feet moved on their own. Pulling him in the direction his gut screamed at him to go in. “Polo!” He responded, his hands moving around to get a touch of warmth

“Marco” He heard the in the faint distance of your sister responding but choosing to ignore it and move farther from it, he trusted his gut feeling more than he should have

“Polo” Jay responded back once noticing your sister was getting no response from anyone

“Marco” You decided to chirp in and Jake could feel his heart pounding out of his chest when it sounded like it came from right of him

His hands naturally gravitated towards the noise as he threaded as quickly as possible to be unnoticed if it were actually you—which he is almost positive it is.

The plush warmth of skin was jaw dropping, it was much softer than your sister’s skin that he couldn’t help but dig his nails in. You slightly hissed and he bit down on his bottom lip to conceal the smile that would go unnoticed by anyone already. “Polo” He huskily whispered and he could feel the small bumps forming under his fingertips, “Got you”

You tried to wither out of his touch realizing the accented voice wasn’t the one you were with just a few moments ago but Jake kept you planted where he found you. “Ok-” A hand slapped or tried to cover your mouth that made you squeal

“Don’t want to ruin the fun now do we? We only just started playing” His reasoning that didn’t make sense, you always could just do another round at least that what you would hope for

However, you remained silent and tapped his forearm to release you but your hand rested there for a second longer than you anticipated.

The popping veins on his skin, tracing all over made you shudder under your breath as you were pushed up the pool wall followed by a heavy presence over you.

“Jake” You shakily called his name and he felt something twitch unsure if it was internal or external, all he cared about was that the way you said his name so breathlessly and worry

He doesn’t trust himself to say anything but just can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. He hears the way the breath got sucked right back into your throat and feels the way your heart pounds out of your chest.

Your skin burned under his lingering touches, how he manages to make you feel like you were stripped bare was concerning when you still had the garments covering your body at least to make sure nothing was seen.

You tried to push his shoulder but freeze at how wide—much broader than anything they feel under your hands. Seeing them and feeling them under your hand were two completely different things.

The push of his leg in between your thighs as if to support your body up had you sitting on top of his knee and you resume your attempt to push away your sister’s boyfriend.

“It’ll be tiring if you keep standing. I got you” The words brushed into your ear and a shiver ran down your spine

“I don’t need your help” You murmured but when his body flushed to you in excuse of not wanting to get caught because by his logic with your bodies squished together, you both will be counted as one, “What are you doing?”

“Making sure we stay in the game” He responds far too quickly like he’s rehearsed it numerous times, “We don’t want to get caught do we?”

Jake can’t bring himself to let go of you, you fit perfectly in his hold especially knowing if Jay and his girlfriend just opened their eyes you’d be caught.

Instead of feeling dread and fear like how you are currently feeling, he realizes it’s bad that he doesn’t care if they saw you two. There are no eyes on them besides the four of them—so who cares?

Well you did. Especially you.

When Jake hears swishing of water, his heartbeat picks up and he could feel you pushing at his chest but he doesn’t budge. Instead he grips onto the ledge for even more ground to keep him close to you.

“What the fuck?” Your sister shrieked causing you and Jake’s eyes open to each other's face so close to one another

Your breaths fanned over while he looked at you with a repressed gleam and a shake under his breath when he saw you trapped in his arms and sitting on his knee.

You looked away to see your sister frowning with crossed arms over her chest and Jay facing the opposite side of the pool awkwardly squatting and arms out to catch anyone.

You instantly push yourself out of the pool, leaving Jake in the same position he trapped you in. Trying to hide the burning under your cheeks to quickly walk back into the house.

Jay yelled your name when he noticed you leaving and chased after you the moment he pulled himself out of the pool. Jake cringed at the sight but sucked in a breath when your sister laughed behind him.

“What was that about?” Your sister came up behind Jake and smacked his burnt back making him hiss at the reddening mark splayed on there

However, Jake never looked back to his girlfriend once, instead he kept himself focused on where you once were and where you disappeared off to in the house with Jay trailing after like a lost puppy.

“Just trying to not get caught”

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Jake is trying to focus on the warm home cooked meal, he just can’t seem to get his eyes off the way Jay wrapped his arm at the back of your chair.

Which just so happened to be in front of him as you laughed into his personal space as he spoke to your parents like a talk show host.

A natural charm that wooed them for who knows how long. He found it amusing how he was the boyfriend and wasn’t getting the slightest bit of attention because Jay had it all.

It was more ironic seeing how you and Jay were the only ones on the other side of the dining table and the rest of them were squeezed into one row.

Having to watch Jay whisper something in your ear before pulling back to admire your giggles was annoying enough.

But immediately you stopped when remembering you’re at a dinner with your family including your sister’s boyfriend was better than any comedy show he’s ever watched.

You clear your throat and straighten up your posture and Jake sees the way Jay smugly leans back in his chair and lifts a leg over his knee with a sweetening smile towards your parents.

“So what are you two?”

You shy away from the question asked by your parents but Jake being too curious for his own good, a habit he needs to desperately fix.

He jumps in to be a good look out on the boys you’re fooling around with.

“Yeah? Want to make sure she isn’t messing with the wrong crowd do we?” Every eyes were on him before being focusing on Jay who coughed into his fist with a quick smile

“Oh we are just friends” Jay wraps an arm around and brings your closer to his side

Jake, who couldn’t watch what was in front of him anymore, gripped the utensil and stabbed his food with so much force that it clanked against the plate in a loud manner.

Everyone’s attention shifted to him again made him feel like a dog who just got in trouble with the way he cowered into himself with a soft apology leaving his mouth.

Your mom clears her throat and leans over and smiles warmly at Jake who returns the gesture, “Say Jake, how did you and my daughter meet mhm? I bet it’s a cute love story”

“Mom” Your sister whines and your mother jumps in a laugh at the normal remark, while Jay joined in laughing.

Jake looked over to you as you stayed silent and only looked at your plate. Too engrossed with fiddling with the food when you were kicked directly in the shin.

Silently groaning and lifting your head up with a scowl thinking it was your sister but instead see Jake mouthing an apology.

Your words die on your tongue and slowly nod your head in acceptance of the apology and try to rejoin your attention on your mom and sister bickering while Jay talked with your dad.

When you reached over to get Jay’s attention you got kicked again straight to your shin. You snapped your head towards Jake who silently apologized again.

Yet, there was no sign of actual remorse behind that toothy grin and blown out eyes. You shifted in your seat to see if that could stop the hits to your leg but when you got struck again you nearly launched yourself up from your chair to yell at Jake to leave you alone.

The first few times you looked past it, accepted it to be a mistake but after what felt like the millionth time you were growing tired of it.

Instead of doing something to get him to stop, you stayed rooted in your chair and kicked back with less force in his direction.

Jake holds back his grin as he pushes at your ankle noticing your annoyance towards him. Yet, when you push him back, he feels ecstatic.

Your hands gripped the ends of the chair to focus on bringing the equal or if not more force in your kicks the same way Jake was kicking you.

When he finally came to a stop, you thought it was over with a sigh of relief.

Until you felt a graze at the bone of your ankle. You send a hard glare his way and he only perches his elbow on the table and covers his mouth with his hands as he stares directly back at you.

He allows his foot to trail up the bare of your leg, the way it glided against your skin that he thanks the lotion you put on after the much needed shower from the eventful day in the pool.

You squirm in your seat and you try to pull your leg away but when he hooks the front of his foot to the back of your calf, you don't attempt to pull away anymore.

Jake covered his smile under his hand but he swore it could be felt by a mile away.

He sees how your head hangs low, visibly shaking under his foot trailing higher up your leg. When he passed your knee he decided to trace the ball with the tip of his foot to feel the light shiver it caused you.

Harshly pulling on his bottom lip to conceal the giggle daring to escape he raises his foot past onto your thigh. You squished your thighs together and Jake’s smile turned into a frown instantly.

He tapped at the plush in a silent plea but when you refused, the tips of mouths grew lower when you were pulling away.

Jake grabbed the back of your knee and kept you in place before perking up when your mother focused on him again after having all of her attention on Jay practically the entire dinner, “Say Jake, what are you studying?”

“Engineering” He answers with a kind smile making you cough to clear your throat at his reply

Jake sends one last soft kick at the side of your thigh making you jump and bang your knee onto the table.

“Woah you okay?” Jay worriedly asked and leaned in to you to see what happened but you flushed your body over the table to make sure he couldn’t see Jake’s retracting foot from your side of the table back to his own

“Wait, aren't you failing some engineering course?” Your sister mumbles under her breath to take a jab at you but Jake picked up on it instantly

“You’re struggling with a class?” He innocently asked like a puppy that wasn't just tormenting you under the table

“I can help you out with that! Wouldn’t want you to fail a summer class right?” The smile he was giving everyone was too faxed and down right sinister but everyone believed it except you

When peeking through the corner of his eyes to you. He thumbs his lips and tilts his head while sucking in a breath and lightly shaking his head as he looks at you.

“You should be careful though” Jake licks his lips with a concerned pout

He traces his eyes over your jaw and down to your clear neck before looking back and replacing the pout with a lopsided grin that reached his eyes, “You look like you can bruise easily”

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“Not sleeping over Jay?” Jake’s voice broke through the hushed whispers between you and the said male when he suddenly appeared behind the front door and took it out of your grasp

You snap your head towards the make who innocently rose his hands up, “I’m just asking”

Trying your best to hold back from rolling your eyes you smile warmly at Jay who laughed awkwardly and shook his head before giving a tight lip and took a step out of the door.

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out!” Jake cheerily chimes and slammed the door shut before the male could get any response back to him

You narrow your eyes at him and he only sheepily smiles like he knew no wrong that it ticked your nerves.

“What the fuck” Jake flinched when you sneer at him but your gaze averts when your sister snickered off from the side

“You should be lucky mom and dad didn’t question you anymore about inviting a friend over” The glare you gave her could be felt from a mile away but it didn’t phase her in the way you hoped, “This is supposed to be a family bonding summer sis”

“I’m going to wash up first” She strides over to Jake and plants a soft kiss to his cheek, your hands balled at your side when she never broke eye contact once from you

Jake remains frozen in place long after your sister walks off, leaving the two of you together. Your eyes fidget around one another but never on each other.

When you walked off, he trailed after you and you didn’t bother to shake him off. You knew it would be impossible to escape him when he’s sleeping under the same roof.

Sighing heavily and plopping yourself onto your couch and stretching your neck to the side, a loud hum ripping your throat as you tried to massage your aching muscles.

It would’ve stayed silent, just like how you would’ve wanted, if he wasn’t the one to break the silence with the voice that rose goosebumps at the back of your neck.

“I was serious about what I said”

“Which part?” Jake chuckles at the snarky remark and he nods his head in defeat but he sighs heavily and tilts his head to the side making the fluff of his hair to fall to the side and curtain his face perfectly for you to see him

“About helping you out with your engineering class. Not to toot my own horn but I am pretty familiar in that department” When you peek in the corner of your eye to see Jake’s grin, you instantly shake your head at the offering

You were trying everything in your power to stay away from Jake as much as possible but the more hours spent with him, the more that possibility diminished.

Focusing on stretching the muscles on your own, you feel the warmth hovering your skin that makes you jump in place. Peering over your shoulder, Jake is sitting closer than before with a softer closed smile.

“What are you doing?” You whisper low, afraid that if you spoke louder, it would entail something and you didn’t need that on your conscious

“I give good massages” He justifies by shaking his hands, “Ask your sister”

You shudder at the thought of your sister and you shook your head, “I rather not”

“Does that mean I can give you one?” He looked helpless, eyes riming with a gloss and a pout that jutted out his plush bottom lip, “Please”

“I would hate to see you in pain” You scoff at his remark and choosing to stick to as minimal words as possible, you adjust yourself to the edge of the couch with your back turned to Jake

“Yeah right, you were straight up kicking me like some socc-” Your voice gets caught in your throat the moment Jake’s hand lands on your shoulders and immediately squeeze them

“Relax. you’re so tensed” You sucked in a breath and bit on your lip to stop the strained noise from slipping out. He whispers in the shell of your ear that nearly made you rip away from him, “Just relax for me”

The words were slurred and felt hot against your neck. It would kill you to give him the satisfaction but you swear he can see it by the way he giggles and continues the motion on your neck.

The tips of his finger tips glide up and down your spinal cord nearly making your topple over but when the rest of his fingers dig into your shoulder blade, you yelp before a soft moan enlightens from you.

Jake didn’t pull away like you thought he would, instead he only worked in silence to feel the way you melt into his hands. His chest swells in a satisfaction he never had before.

“I want to say I’m sorry about the pool thing” You weren’t planning on saying anything for the weak apology but instead the words slipped past your mouth like it was second nature

“No it’s okay. Like you said it was to win the game” The purpose of the the game was to not get caught by anyone and yet, you and Jake failed completely but in your books, it counts as a win

His touches burned through your skin like straight fire. It was messing with your mind that you didn’t question them roaming down your back to your sides.

You only let your eyes flutter close and enjoy the feel of his calloused hands holding you. Your head lulled to the side and focused on how his hands held you—A delicate touch that excited you in every wake of his fingers gliding over your skin.

“Is that good?” He asked when your head was too hazy to answer

Not realizing the weak moan coming out instead, you realize when Jake halts his movements as he grips your shoulders and it snaps you awake from the daze.

He could feel the tension rising back into your fibers and noticing his hand flinched around your shoulder, you pulled yourself away hastily that you nearly fell off the couch.

However, reaching out to you in the process, you fell right into the arms waiting to catch you from the fall.

Instead of falling forward, you’re pulled to the side and your hands rest on his chest as he hovers over you. A knee lodge between your squished legs, his face just right above yours, and a widening silence that made your heart hammer out.

You could feel how his arms wrap tighter around from under, a drowning feeling filling to muffle the ringing in your ears. Seeing how his eyes search over your face only to land back to your eyes that didn’t deviate from his own made your knees buckle.

How thankful you were to already be lying down.

Your hands fist the material of his loose shirt and it stretches the collar but Jake didn’t seem to care when he didn't flinch in the slightest.

Unsure if your mind was playing tricks but the way his eyes flicker down to your lips and almost as if he was leaning in closer made it feel like he wanted to kiss you.

Weird right?

“Jake” You softly called his name and it jerked something inside of him as his breath fanned over yours that you can smell the musked cologne he wore to cover up the underlying chlorine smell from the pool

He didn’t answer, choosing the silence to speak louder than anything he could say.

Jake didn’t pick on the faint footsteps but you did. Years of living under the same roof, you pick up on patterns and it was like instinct when you shove him off of you and he landed straight to the floor.

He yelped and sent a confused look your way but when the cheering voice of your sister came back to stop at the opening of the living room to see you and Jake still alone.

She didn’t get a chance to say anything as you quickly pushed yourself up from the couch in a haste and to your wobbly feet best ability, rushed past without a glance to the male on the floor whose gaze followed you until you were out of sight.

“What the fuck was that?” Your sister snaps Jake out of his trance and he sighs heavily and dusts the dirt off his clothes, lingering at his chest where you held before dropping his hand

“Nothing. I was just telling your sister what timing our tutoring session will be” He oddly said louder than usual while his girlfriend looks at him confused but doesn’t question it

Little did she know that you rested behind the wall you disappeared by and stared ahead with a shaky breath passing your lips because you knew there was no way of escaping him.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

You were grumbling under your breath, you don’t want to do this.

With a hand hovering the door, you gulped down the lump in your throat and softly knocked to get out of your thoughts.

Instantly, you heard shuffling and your sister screaming, “Hold on, give us a minute!”

Retracting your hand away at the breathless tone in her voice, you listen to the cluttering and thudding from the other side of the door.

Rapid feet scrambling with hushed voices that you couldn’t hear but the door yanked open just enough to see your sister’s disheveled state.

She was out of breath and her sweet smile fell when she saw that it was just you. A loud huff fell from her mouth as she pulled the door open enough for you to see inside and spot Jake lying on her bed panting with his body covered by the sheets.

“I thought you were mom and dad” Jake snapped his head over to see you standing like a stick at the doorway

He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over himself to fall face first before picking himself up to stand next to your sister. From the dreading face and ragged breaths, it was all you needed to know.

Ripping your gaze away with a frown and looked to your sister with a strained lip, “Mom is calling you for shopping”

“She’s paying?” When you nod, she squeals loudly and claps her hand, “Give me 5 minutes”

Your sister twirled on her heel, leaving you and Jake alone. Too often being left alone with him was worrying.

Keeping your line of sight trained on the floor while he stared at you through his lashes. It was particularly hard to keep himself from saying something that could ruin the moment but it was even harder to not do it.

“So-” He starts but your sister comes back beside him with a frown at you still being there

“Are you going with us?” You instantly shake your head and a bright smile returns to her face, “Perfect, it’ll just be me, Jakey, and mom”

“Actually” Jake steps in the moment he was mentioned, “Me and your sister have our first tutoring session so I won’t be able to make it. I’m sorry” The apology felt half assed but the look of annoyance on her face was everything you needed to let out a small smile

She sent Jake a glare before walking back into her room without another word. He sighs heavily in relief that he escaped her wrath but he sucks in a breath when he sees your narrowed eyes pointed at him.

“What tutoring?” It registers in your mind the moment the words fall from your mouth and you instantly shake your head with a scoff, “Absolutely not. I told you I don’t need it-”

“Jake! Are you joining me and my daughter today?” Your mom from behind to check that you actually relayed the message instead of backing out

The flattering smile on his face was replaced with a fake bright one as you quickly stopped talking to see him lightly shake his head and holds his arms behind his back. Chest pumping out of his shirt that made you turn a gaze away.

“I was just telling her that I sadly have to decline in order to help this one over here with her engineering class” Your left eye twitches when Jake pursed his lips towards you with a light laugh

“You’re such a sweetheart Jake. Thank you so much for doing this” Your mother gleefully clasped her hands together as if it were the best news to hear

“I’m sorry that you have to take matters into your own hands. We told her to not bite off more than she can chew but she never listens” Your mother laughs and pats your back repeatedly as if to comfort you

Jake’s brow querked and he held back his grin by covering it with a laugh with the perfect timing of your sister being already ready.

“Bye” She waves and doesn’t bat an eye to either of you, almost as if you didn’t exist in her world, nothing far from the obvious

“Uh honey aren’t you forgetting something?” Your sister pulls her sunglasses up in confusion at your mom’s question

Yet before she could say anything, Jake jumps in with a laugh, “My hug”

You instantly notice how your sister becomes rigid and tries to laugh it off with an awkward hug. It was barely considered one with how he wrapped one arm around her and she barely even touched him.

He didn’t tighten his hold—not like how he did it with you.

“Nonsense! I meant a kiss!” You mother giggled behind a hand that she waved, “Don’t be so shy around us”

“Mom” Your sister grits through her teeth, “Let’s just go”

However your mother only became more encouraging to see more, “Just one kiss! That’s all I ask” As your sister drags her away before she can say anything more

In the distance, you can hear the faint bickering but the slam of the front door was a great indicator that they left. You sighed heavily but jumped when you felt a breath tickle your ear.

Turning your head around to see Jake leaning in with a grin spread across his face. “Woah what’s up with the hostility? That’s no way to treat your sister’s boyfriend”

The reminder of his relation had you scrunch your face to hide away the scowl daring to show over.

It was a whiplash you weren’t prepared for, the complete difference from how he was acting with your mom.

“Let’s go?”

“What?”

“You didn’t think I was lying about the tutoring session right?” Jake laughs like it was the funniest thing he has ever heard, “Oh no I was being serious”

“I already told you that I don’t need tutoring” You snapped but see how Jake only sighs and walks into your sister's room leaving you outside

You blink but remain rooted in place until he comes back in view. He held a folded paper, fiddling it between his fingertips before smiling to himself and handing it over. You suspiciously look between him and the paper as he shakes it for you to grab.

Instead of being gentle, you yank it from him and he smiles before retracting his hand.

Upon opening the paper, you crumble it instantly and throw it against his chest with a grimace, “Is this some joke?”

He bent down and picked up the paper with a kiss of his teeth, “Don’t be wasteful. We must be grateful of our environment and recycle what we can”

“How did you get my gradebook?” You snapped when he straightened his posture and sheepishly smiled seeing how your frown only pulled further down, “Answer me Jake”

“Your mom” He said easily, as if it were only natural for him have his hands on it, “She slipped it under the door with a sticky note for me”

He waved the pink slip in between his fingers and when you tried to grab it from him, he pulled away with a smile as he turned it over and read it out loud, “As you can see her grade for the class is the worst out of everything this semester. Can you please help her out” He empathized the please from the written note by your mom and it made your angry

“Unbelievable. I told her that- How did she even get access to my account?” Jake watched your distress and the dirty look you gave him when you see the sparkle in his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that”

“That’s no way to treat your tutor is it? C’mon. Just let me help you out. I’m pretty confident I know what I’m doing” The pride omitted from him wasn’t comforting in the slightest

You nibble away at your lip making it grow raw. You know the failing grade would knock your GPA down if you don’t manage to get it up before the course ends.

You were a scholar—you took pride in that, your parents were aware, Jay knew, your sister even knew it, and now Jake knows that.

As now there was a gnawing in your stomach that yelled at you to focus on the paper on your sister’s desk. There was no way to get rid of the visual haunting your thoughts instead of the physics question in front of you.

While Jake was sitting in your tutoring session with physics engineering questions already printed out, you caught sight of his lockscreen the moment he put down his phone right next to you on the table.

It showed a picture of him and your sister, hands softly intertwined as he hovers his head closer to her face with a soft stretched smile.

Stop thinking about it. Stop it. Why does he look so good? And why is it with your sister? You tried to shake these thoughts from you to force your attention on the paper

However, you couldn’t focus on the printed sheet or the dusted textbook beside you or even the pen that wasn’t yours clenched in your hand.

Every crossing thought was just about that picture and Jake who sat behind you with his arm cradling the back of your chair.

You hadn’t dared to look behind you, it felt impossible to breathe when you were too focused on the heavy breathing against your back.

“That’s the wrong answer” Jake whispered softly into your skin when he noticed the empty piece of paper

“I didn’t even start the problem” You replied and he snickers at the weak excuse

“That’s the issue. You can’t not rush engineering” He sighs and you peek over your shoulder to see him so close to you, you hold your breath and he tilts his head to the side

“We must be precise but fast. No room for mistake but enough to be efficient”

“Think you can handle that?” The corner of his mouth lifted to the side, “I mean it seems like you always seem to bite off more than you can handle”

You were looking at him with an unreadable expression but the excitement was felt in his bones. He shifts himself behind you, arms wrapping around almost as if to cage you, “You start the question like this”

The more he leaned in closer, the more the familiar cologne filled your nose and made your head woozy. His calloused hands engulf yours to guide over the paper.

Never once did he look away from your shivering eyes. He pursed his lips towards the paper to direct your attention but you didn’t look away.

Your eyes jumped from in between his, a rumbling feeling in your lower abdomen when trailing to the tall nose bridge you spotted from the moment you saw him, pink plump lips that he sucks between his teeth.

“You’re not paying attention” He hums and you knew you weren’t, you were trying to snap out of it, even if you had a vendetta against your sister, it didn’t mean you would be like this

Even if she played dirty with you, it shouldn’t mean you should play dirty back right?

The sound of the front door snapped you out and you stood up in a haste, the chair screeching from underneath, pushing Jake away in the process, “Okay that’s enough for today”

Jake leaned back in the chair, his lower body pushed out and legs spread open as he watched you gathering what you can and rustling out of the room.

You didn’t even look back at him but you could still feel his gaze on you while your sister yelled for Jake to come help with the bags.

Left with the lingering thought of your words through his head. He shakes his head to himself. It’s a lie he reminds himself that neither of you could possibly believe.

It would never be enough. Not until he finally has you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

Another day, another distraction.

“I told you to stop flipping” You squealed as Jay flipped into the pool making the water get all over you

Jay emerges from underwater, swimming to the ledge where you sat on with your legs dipped in. He cheekily smiles and shakes his wet hair in close proximity as you try to kick him away but he grabs your ankles before you could succeed.

He holds your ankles as he adjusts himself right in between your legs and wraps them around his back.

When you see his side smile, you can’t hold back your own as you push back his dripping hair back into a slick back, “You know I always love seeing your hair pushed back”

“You do? Last time I did it, I thought you hated it” You laugh and shake your head as you rake your fingers through his hair

Your light tugs let dark hums to erupt from his throat while his eyes fluttered closed making you admire him.

“You’re getting badly pruned” You point out when his hands come up and grab on your thighs, the bumps on his skin were soft—Jay’s hands were always soft, never a callous in sight despite working out often

“I could stay in this moment” He ignores your words as he lays his head on your lap, you squeeze your thighs together—keeping him close to you and continue to brush his hair, “You’re so warm”

You don’t pick up on his compliment. You peered over your shoulder to the house that you’ve constantly been checking for the past hour.

This time you catch a sway of a curtain that you instantly think must've been Jake. Shaking your head from that thought because Jake left to go shopping with your sister and mom.

It was just you and Jay—there was no way it could’ve been him.

The wet kisses that were pressed against your skin were what ripped your attention to the male who was now gleaming up at you. His eyes speaking louder than anything and it made your heart rate stay the same.

“Could get lost by you” Jay’s lustful voice made shivers run down your spine

You locked eyes with him, the weakened smile lazily spread on his face as he tilts his head just slightly to the side with a soft pout and shining eyes from the reflection of the sunlight hitting the pool.

You gulped down the lump in your throat as your hand stops brushing his hair to slowly fall onto his shoulder. “Or maybe better yet… In you”

Jake feels as proud as ever that he managed to deny yet another invitation from your sister and mom with the excuse that he was feeling a bit under the weather.

He was pleased that they bought it or more so your mom did while his girlfriend only glared at him but still didn’t say anything to him about it.

Truthfully all he wanted to do was stay home to relax and if that just also happens to mean keeping an eye on you and Jay. Then, he doesn’t mind his to-do list for today.

The two of you were supposed to stay in the pool, just like how you promised your dad before he left for work and your mom before she left with your sister for shopping.

It was an empty promise clearly—just to show some warning that there is some type of stability in this home. Jake always hates to be the bearer of bad news but he's going to have to relay the message that their house is built on broken grounds.

What a shame.

He walked away just for a second to change into his swimming trunks—tired of seeing you and Jay so lonely in the pool. The two of you disappeared with no trace of where you went.

Hastily he throws on the closest baggy shirt he can find and rushes out his girlfriend’s room. He tries to shake the thoughts from his mind but it does not do justice when all he can think about is how he's doing this to look out for you.

Jay is up to no good-he can see it. That settled an unconscious fear that he couldn't explain when he thought about the two of you alone.

Right when he was about to yell out your name, he passed by your slighted jarred door and sighs in relief. A bright smile comes back to his face and redirects his pattering feet over to your room.

There were many things that managed to make Jake feel sick to his stomach like realizing he missed an entire paper or seeing how his grade dropped by 10 points because of a false 0 on his 100 percent project. Or even worse when news spread that Heeseung and his darling girlfriend broke up.

But none of those top his list now and never will again.

Jay sits at the edge of your bed, head knocked back as low groans leave his mouth. You on your knees, nestled right in between his opened legs—his cock lodged down your throat as you cupped whatever couldn’t fit.

The sound of the creaking door snapped you and Jay’s attention over to Jake covering his eyes and slamming the door shut with a weak apology “Woah sorry” following.

Those simple two words drenched you in fear like a bucket of cold water. Jay cursed under his breath and hastily shoved himself back into his pants, slightly hissing at the restraint for his hard-on but picked up on your horrified expression more.

He grabs under your arms to help you up, “Do you think he’s going to say something?”

You stand on wobbly legs that if it weren’t for Jay holding you up, you would’ve crumbled to the ground. You gulped down, the aftertaste of a salty mixture made you cringe when a fear fills you.

“I really hope not”

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Ever since Jake walked in on you and Jay whenever you tried to talk to him to at least clear the air, he would turn the other way and act like you didn’t even exist.

Ironic on his end when he was acting like you were the center of his world.

Somehow your parents decide it was the perfect time to have a family dinner. No one was invited unless they were partners. Meaning Jake was invited and Jay was left behind.

“Fuck I have to face him alone” You grumbled under your breath as you were finishing up the final touches of your makeup before slamming down your lipgloss in annoyance

“Hey” You freeze at the sound of an accented voice that felt like you hadn’t heard in years

You turn to see Jake bringing down his hand from knocking as he pushed your door open to peek his head in before his body followed through.

“Jake?” You called out and he closes the door behind him but left it cracked open

“I just wanted to check in on you” He hums, walking over to your vanity where you are

His attention linger at the edge of your bed that was cleared of any wrinkle from anyone sitting there. The corners of lips pulled down and he lightly shook his head when he leaned against the vanity with his palm over the very gloss you just put on.

“For what?”

“Thought you might’ve gotten hurt with how you were trying to suck Jay off”

Your face drops in mortification when the words leave his mouth. You looked up at him through the mirror and saw the toothy grin.

“Jay said I was doing good” Unsure of why that was your first instinct to say but it was too late before you could catch yourself

Jake laughs, a hard one that erupts from the pits of his stomach that left him clutching his abdomen, “Oh sweetheart he was lying to you. That shit looked like it hurt”

The corners of your lips tugged down trying to hide the burn of your cheeks and Jake felt his heart explode in his chest, “Aww don’t pou-“

“For whatever reason it concerns you, I’ve never done it before so I wouldn’t know”

There was a silence that made your gaze turn away from the male beside you and down to the clutter on the vanity. The way you casually start to nitpick stuff back into their respective spot, Jake tries to hang on the little dignity and sanity he has left so he doesn’t say anything.

However, his mouth has a mind of its own. He tilts his head and bends his knees down to level with your head when he brushes against the shell of your ear.

The sudden warmth made goosebumps gaze at your skin as he saw the small bumps littering your skin making him lightly chuckle that had your stomach flipping.

“I guess this is just another thing I have to teach you” A sultry in his tone that matched him, “But don’t worry I’m pretty good at teaching this too”

“What? No! We can’t do this and you know that”

“Are you telling me that or yourself?”

When the looming presence disappeared, you became hyper-aware of the ruffling sounds of sheets behind and a belt unbuckling rippling around your silent room.

Slowly peering over your shoulder, Jake sits at the edge of your bed, legs spread open, his black slack unbutton and buckle of his belt undone as he leans back on his arms.

“C’mon it’s nothing bad. We aren’t doing anything that’s wrong” He peers his head to the side with a jut of his bottom plush lip, “I just want to help you”

“Plus don’t you want to please your little boyfriend properly?”

“He’s not my boyfriend and you know his name” Jake hangs his head in a sigh before shifting his position and you can see him aiming back for his belt as he buckles it back on again

“Yeah yeah Jay and whatnot” The rolls of his eyes made your stomach twist in unease

Watching him fix his clothes, the black slack pants and black button up opened just enough to see the silver chain against his chest.

He adjusts his sleeves up to his forearm after dropping to low, multiple distinct veins popped from under his skin and sleek slender fingers that had prominent veins of their own.

Sighing heavily and brings himself to properly sit up, pushing himself just an inch before you’re hastily standing up and walking over to him.

He instantly plops himself back down when you’re standing right in front of him. Such unwavering eyes and confidence that was crumbling right before him.

“Yes?”

His tone was obviously teasing, he fluttered his eyelashes against his cheeks that made an instant panic rise in you. Your lips pull downwards but licking away at your sticky lips when you catch sight of the dent in Jake’s pants.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak nonsensical words so instead you sink down to your shins and Jake smirks wildly at the sight of you on your knees for him.

“You got a bit of droll there baby” He cups your jaw and wipes the corners of your lips

“Don’t call me baby” Jake coos at the sternness in your voice, “This is just like how you said. This isn’t bad”

“We are just trying to help me out for the future”

“Keep telling yourself that babe” He laughs when he leans forward and tilts your chin up

A craze glare shimmered in his eyes that lit up like he held the stars in them. Jake doesn’t give you a chance to respond when his thumb slipped past your lips and straight down your throat.

Gagging instantly when he pressed down on your tongue and opened the warm canal, he squinted his eyes and moved your head around to examine the inside of the pink gummy muscle.

Your throat tries to push the foreign flesh out, not used to being exposed like this.

While for Jake, the contraction around his thumb wasn’t enough, “You have a really good gag reflex” He clicks in his tongue and you could feel his annoyance

He pulls back his thumb with a connected strip of saliva from your esophagus to the shiny thumb. He looks in amusement at it before shaking his hand.

You pant heavily and swallow down the wetness in your mouth that seems to keep coming back. You look up to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I-Is that not good?” Your hands balled on top of your lap in worry

“It’s fucking terrible” He tsked and it made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, it must’ve been noticeable on your face because Jake creases your head softly, “It’s okay though, this is an easy fix”

“H-how?” A helpless plea that made Jake lightheaded

He taps your lips with his index finger to open, you follow through, not like how others would have. He doesn’t even give you a chance to fully open your mouth before he is shoving two fingers to the back of your throat.

The sounds of your gags fill his ears and it was the most beautiful melody he’s ever heard, “Sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you”

Your throat shrinks when he twiddles around your mouth in exploration, seeing where really had you gagging more than others.

The slides of his fingers made you screw your eyes shut tight while your hand weakly wrapped around his wrist to try and push him away.

“Don’t fucking pull away from me” Jake grits and rogughly places his palm on the back of your head and flushes you to his knuckles making you wail louder than intended

“You’re going to have to be quiet unless you want someone to hear what we’re doing. Then you’ll be screwed trying to explain yourself”

You clawed at his wrist making him suck in a breath and hiss as your nails drag down to the back of his hand leaving a redding line in its wake matching the natural blush on his knuckles.

He pried your mouth open when he scissors the motion for more space. Seeps of drool spill from the corners down his hand when your mouth opens and closes around his digits, you were rapidly patting his forehead to gain his attention but he only kept you in place.

“This is lesson 1, don’t want to fail right?” He chuckles when you stop fighting and hold onto his forearm instead for support, “Good girl”

Jake sees the shimmer on his hand and he wasn’t sure if it was from the gloss you applied or the saliva spilling and yet, his chest swells as he lingered his gaze all over your face.

Screwing your eyes shut, mascara smudging in the corner with specks of wetness seeping down your cheek.

Your hand grip him like a life support with the sounds of your gags and loud slurps louder as he rests the two fingers to the back of your throat.

It tries to restrict him from moving further but a stronger will drives him to pull your head back as he sits further on the edge of your bed. At the new angle, he adds a third finger into the mix.

“Ah-Ah, now we don’t want to go doing that now” Your mouth closed around his fingers to speak and Jake giggled at the failed attempt, “An important key point that you should definitely know by now is to never talk with your mouth full”

“Guess you forget your manners in moments of pleasure” A sinister smile formed on his face that made your think, what the fuck is he smiling about

However the thought is wiped away when he tickles the flesh inside of your throat making your head jerk and he shakes his head displeased at the reflex you had, “Oh baby. You were doing so good for me”

Such a soothing tone left your thighs squishing together, shifting in place to soothe the ache that rushed under your skin down to your throbbing self.

He smirks at the sight of your eyes blinking uncoordinately, the streaks of tears fell back thanks to him and how your body uncomfortably switches.

But it’s the view of your legs squishing tighter that jumps his heart into his throat.

He yanks his hand out without a word and drops your head. Without the support, it hangs between your shoulders as ragged breaths wheezed from your mouth.

You’re coughing and rubbing the skin over your throat, swallowing down every second to soothe the soreness.

“What was the third one for?” Your voice hoarse that you almost didn’t recognize yourself

“Preparing you for your exam” Jake laughs leaving you more confused, “Of course we need to see if you actually learned anything or if you were just fucking around”

“What exam? What are you-” Your words die on your tongue when Jake rises from your bed to loom over your sitting position, eyes dimming but his smile dark

The reopened buckle hangs in front of your face and as you wait, Jake shakes his head, “You’re on your own for this this”

“I won’t help you unless you beg for it” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand to grimace at the ruined lip combo spread across your hand, “Don’t fail me on this one, I have some hope for you”

You look up through eyelashes to see Jake eyeing the smudge lipgloss on the back of your hand. He smirks before sitting back down on the edge of your bed, arms extended behind, “Timer starts now”

Cheeks burned in embarrassment that this was what everything had succumbed to. Having to graze against his slacks, the smooth material under your hand clearly shows a poor decision, therefore, you should stop here and kick him out of your room.

Instead, you fiddle more with Jake’s belt. Fingers tracing over the popping boner. Jake groans when you faintly touch him and he senses your hesitation when your hands retract to your chest in worry.

“Keep going” His reassurance fills your heart but doesn’t stop it from his unrhythmic pace

Reaching up his fly that feels heavier than anything you have ever held before you shakily stabilize one hand on his thigh while the other pulls down on it.

“Don’t worry you’re not going to hurt me” He encourages you but when he lifts his head and rests it on his shoulder, his cheek getting squished in the process dazingly a smile, “Can’t say the same for you though”

At the end of his zipper, the slacks opening fall even further apart to catch the common white Calvin Klein boxers—a color that contrasts his all black attire.

“What do you mean?” You fall back on your calves and Jake takes the time to appreciate the innocence in your eyes, how you look like you despised him but also ogle at like a forbidden fruit

He presses a finger to his lips to quiet you down and while you hated his efforts, you focused back on the bulge popping through the opening of his pants.

“Jake I asked you something” The sudden confidence in your tone made him snap his attention back to you that made you squirm under his glare

“And what did I tell you? I’ll only help you if you beg for it”

“So if I were you, start picking up the pace or start rubbing your hands together and spewing whatever helpless plea from that pretty mouth of yours”

“You think I’m pretty?” You flutter your lashes trying to cover your shyness with pride but Jake saw right through the facade

He reaches a hand out and strokes your head while the other free hand pushes off the bed and rubs your arm.

It felt loving, the warmth tracked through your entire body the moment his calloused hands touched you.

“I think you’re the prettiest girl ever” Jake grips your nape and dragged your head closer to his clothed crotch in a split second making you yelp, “But you’ll be the most beautiful person ever with your mouth full”

Your mouth falls open but closes and he cackles when nothing comes out of it.

“You think I’m pretty” Your question now a statement as you look up at him to catch him already looking at you, he let out a chuckle of amusement before shaking his head

“Oh foolish you are” There felt to be more to his words than what he let on, “Careful there, you’re drooling again sweetheart”

“Let me get it for you” Jake trails up your arms leaving goosebumps in its wake and circles your jaw before wiping away at the corner of your mouth

Yet, you gargle a sound when his finger starts pushing back into its old spot in the warm wet embrace of your mouth.

No restraint anymore as you accept it without much thought.

“Here’s a hint for you, no teeth whatsoever” He lifts your head up just enough where you level with his abdomen, your eye looked up at him with a silent plea

“I would never” Your speech slurred thanks to his thumb and he shakes his head with a disapproval sigh

“Already one point deducted. You know not to talk during an exam” He dragged your jaw further down and replacing the two slender flesh was much thicker and saltier

You flicker your gaze down to the veiny shaft being pushed into your mouth without fail.

Jake is breathing heavily as he pushes inch by inch, the warm confinement welcomes him that a pride fills his chest..

Pressing down on his thighs to stop his hips from bucking the entire length for you to scarf down, you pull your head back from what was in your mouth in a loud gasp.

You were in a trance when you saw what was just shoved into your mouth. Jake could tell by the way your eyes clouded and your mouth twitched.

“What’s wrong?” He faked care that didn’t last long when you continued to stare at his cock

“You’re big”

The comment fueled his ego, you didn’t mean to say it, it just came out.

“Thanks” He chuckles softly, “And I hate to break it to you but time is ticking”

The ball was in your court. You have the chance to kick him out of your room and try to act like nothing happened again.

But when you pause for a second before scooping him up in your hands, the corner of his mouth pulls up to the side.

You loll out your tongue and drag it down from the base up to the tip, Jake lets out a satisfied groan and lets his hands fall back on your bed.

You pull down further on his articles of clothing as you try to suck the side of his cock but Jake jerks at the feel of his skin being nicked.

“Teeth” He grits and you murmur a quick ‘sorry’ as if it makes up for it

So to properly make up for it, you run a tongue over where you bit down, the low hum he released made your heart gleeful as you drag the flat of your tongue over the veins that popped more than the ones on his hands.

You wondered if he was this veiny anywhere else and now you got your answer that yes he is and in the best spot too.

Circling your tongue around his slit, your hand grasped the wet cock and pumped it once before sucking the leaking tip into your mouth.

Jake’s breath went ragged when he felt the run of your tongue over him. You pull back with a plop and place soft kisses around the head while you pump what you couldn’t take in your mouth.

Jake weakly thrusts up to meet your jerk and you tightened your grasp around him to have an inconsistent pace that is clearly amateur.

“A-Ah that’s good” Jake’s voice whines as you incorporate the rapid licks over his tip with then up and down motion, “That’s good baby”

Pushing your head down slowly after one last lick, you were careful not to take in more than you can handle.

You’re trying to fix that habit before it comes back and bites you in the ass.

Using your hand to continue stroking the inches that weren’t in your mouth, you breathe through your nose like how Jay thought of you as you try to keep your teeth out of the process like how Jake told you.

You hollow your cheeks when you slowly bobbing your head up and down, twisting your hands around Jake’s cock as you tried to stop yourself from gagging so much.

It was pointless when even the smallest swallow would cause him to slip further down your throat.

Your hand pressed on his thigh to push yourself up from him but you squelched when he pressed his hand at the back of your head and further down his shaft.

You tapped on his thighs rapidly as inch by inch your mouth became more filled with Jake.

“It’s okay baby. You passed, it’s time for lesson 2” Jake groans loudly when he hilts into your throat, your nose buried to the base of his crotch, “Taking a cock like a fucking pro”

“But it seems you already have this one down” He pulls his hips back leaving your panting around his tip with heavy breaths, “Who would’ve known you would be so good at that”

“Jake” You mewl and it was sounds wetter, more pleading and far more desperate than anything he’s ever heard you, “It’s too much I-I can’t”

“But you already did. You took me so well that I can properly reward you now” You flutter your damp eyes through the hue of lighting and blurry vision and see Jake’s toothy grin

Sweat trickling down his neck and exposed forehead to his button up. He was stroking your head and you fluttered your eyes close and gulped down whatever was in your mouth to cringe slightly at the bitter taste.

Yet unable to dwell on it when you were pushed back down to his crotch.

“Just let me have this” He grunts when he pushes past your welcoming lips mouth and jerks his hips up to meet your mouth

“That’s it- An absolute sweetheart for letting me use your mouth like this”

The back of your throat constricts around the length lodged deep inside, you choke around it, spit accumulating in the corner of your lip as he thrusts into your mouth at a speeding pace

“It sucks that Jay experienced this before me” He points out through spewed whines of his, “Even worse that he was in this same spot”

“But it makes me disgusted that he couldn’t even teach you properly”

Jake’s groans grew into small whimpers the more your throat tightens around his moving shaft. Each push has your face contorting with tear drops spilling from the corners of your eyes.

His balls slapping against your chin each time his base met your nose which was every single time.

“An absolute loss on his side” Jake pushed your head down to chase after his hips until it completely stopped and your head was the only thing moving up and down his stilled hips

His tip bruised the back of your throat with no remorse. “So tight and perfect shit” The pitch of his voice jumped higher into a cry as he merely uses your throat like a personalized fleshlight and you let him

Feeling how your throat clenched with each noise sent waves of pleasure straight to his head that his groans were melting away into whimpers and whines as his abs tightened.

His hand flies to grab your neck when he switches to using only one hand to hold the back of you. He tightens his fingers around your already constricted throat making your sounds strained and heaving for any air that you could get.

The pressure around your neck makes your jaw fall further down which you didn’t think possible. Each poke of his cock protruded out of your skin to hit his hand.

You moan around his cock and he smiles crazily when he hears it in the mix of everything else.

The obscene noise of his skin hitting yours, your strained noises and the held back wails from Jake made your stomach twist

“Such a nasty girl for letting me your throat like this”

“Bet you wouldn’t even mind if I cummed down your throat would you” You tried shaking your head but it only continued going up and down his length instead, “Aww look at you nodding your head yes”

You can’t even open your eyes without tears spilling out, “Such a nice fucking thorat for me- Shit. Shit. Shit” Jake strains the chants as the lower abdomen tightens

He pulls your head off his length with a push and loud pop from how your lips sucked around him and you chase him back into your mouth.

That was until he pushes you away and makes you cup his balls as he jerks down his raging length. Your hands fiddle however Jake guided you with the push of his own fingers behind your knuckles.

Anytime that you gripped tighter than intended it would ignite a louder sound from him that made you need to hear more.

There were no words spoken anymore as all he could do was let out strained noises at the pace he set himself with your hand being too fast than you could consciously move.

Jake unrhythmically ruts his hips up to chase after your hand or morse both of your hands.

He pants heavily when he adjusts his line of shot perfectly to your fucked out face. Letting out the loudest moan rip out of you, not caring who hears him as ropes of cum shoot out as he aims it to land directly onto your face and neck.

Not stopping there, he continues your guiding hand to jerk him off past the point of regular stimulation to make sure not a single ounce was put to waste.

“Your sister is going to kill me” His breaths were uneven as he roughly shakes his head ruining the fluff of his styled hair for the dinner

He laughs when your eyes shoot open at the mention of your sister. He loudly hissed when you tightly gripped at his balls that you haven’t seemed to let go of.

You look past the extra weight on your skin and stare at Jake through making his smile grow impossibly wider as he pulls your hands off of him.

Watching how his cock springs against his stomach, white goo spilling from the tip. You lick your lips at the sight yet, he stands up without a word and pushes himself back into his slack.

Your knees aching from the position, you accept the soft stroking to your head with a gaze far too fond that makes your heart thump.

Looking up with ruined makeup and drippy eyes, Jake can’t hold back him smile, “You look so pretty”

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything when you heard the loud shout of his name from the familiar pitch of your sister.

He strains a smile and shoves his hands into his pocket before walking past you to the door.

Jake waves a hand behind his back—not even sparing a glance back at you before opening the door and stepping out and softly closing it behind him to avoid any evidence he was there.

Running a hand under your aching jaw to ease the pain, you freeze upon the contact of a thick substance.

Quickly tumbling over your numbed legs, you press yourself to the vanity to see your reflection. Once put together—ready for a family dinner now ruined.

Your makeup smudged beyond no recognition. Lip gloss smudged all over your chin and cheeks, black outlining broken with dried tear stains down your cheek all covered by white splotches.

“Are you done? We’ve been ready and we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up” Your sister walks in with a huff of annoyance but stops at the doorway when she sees you staring in the opposite direction of her

She raises an eyebrow and knocks louder against your door for some response, “Hello! Are you there?!”

“J-Just give me 5 minutes” Your voice was hoarse and tender that it hurt to even speak anything louder than a whisper

Your face shifts as you could feel her questioning gaze burning the back of your head.

Yet, the trickling feeling sliding down your cheek to hang by your chin and fall onto your lap caught your attention way more.

Slowly inching your attention to the whitening patch on your lap, you carefully put a hand over it to cover it from your sister’s sight.

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“Coming!” You rush to throw your journal that somehow turned into your personalized diary into the bottom drawer of your desk, throwing your pen in the cabinet to be hidden from plain sight

Your written words caught your attention before it disappeared from sight.

‘A big ego for a big dick’

You sigh when the shake of your door handle rattles even more, “How many times have I told you to stop shaking the handle like that”

Even with years down the line, your sister hasn’t changed a bit.

When you yanked the door open in annoyance, you instantly tried to close it when you see who’s behind it but a flat hand stopped you.

You stumble back at the unbalance but swiftly Jake catches your back before you could fall.

“Why did you knock like my sister?” Jake kicks the door with his foot that doesn’t fully close the door in order to ensure privacy

You push at his chest and break free out of his hold leaving him to sigh as his arms rest at his side

“It was the only way to get you to open the door”

“You and I both know you wouldn’t have opened it if you knew it was me”

You averted your gaze away but Jake hooks a finger under your chin to bring it back onto him, “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You pulled your head away and walk away as he trails after you

“Rigjr and you’re passing your engineering class” Jake plops himself face first onto your bed causing you to wistfully look around as if there was anyone else but the two of you, “Let’s both stop lying please”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Think you can fit me in that tight schedule of yours?” He adjusts himself to lay on his side, arm bending to rest his head on his palm after grabbing one of your childhood stuff animals and hugging it with a sly smile

”Shouldn’t you have plans with your girlfriend or something?” You snapped and Jake threw his head back in a laugh before resting his head back on his palm, “Why are you laughing Jake?”

“Oh my god, why are you so tense? It’s just me” Your shoulders hunch as if it only being him made it better for your consciousness, “She had some plan with your parents, don’t know what though”

“So why didn’t you go with them?”

“Because we have a tutoring session today”

“Absolutely not” You walk off to your door and crank it open to point out into the hallway with your finger, “Get out”

Jake stared at you with a certain glint that made you shift the weight on your feet and squish your thighs together.

When he shows no motive to move from the comforts of your bed, he digs into his pocket to pull out a note and pries it from the wrinkled state and you furrow your brows at the familiarity.

He clears his throat and sits up, crisscrossing his legs as he takes a peek up at you still standing by the doorway. He smiles and looks back down to the paper, “Dear diary I have a confession to make”

“My sister’s boyfriend is fucking hot”

“Geez I wonder who this can be out” All color drains from your face when those words fall from Jake’s lips

He held back a smile but it wasn’t contained when he laughed loudly as he continued to read off the paper, “He always keeps looking at me even when he’s clinging to my sister like a vice and it’s fucking aggregating”

Launching over to grab the paper from his grasp but he pouts as he reaches out for it. “Wait, I have a question! What does the last one say? You crossed it out and I’ve been trying to find out what it says”

“How did you- where the hell did you get this?!” You yelled that he got his hands on something like this

He throws his head back and rolls it around to crack his bones before looking at you. “If I tell you, will you tell me what the last one said?”

“No! Are you crazy?!” You crumble the paper in hand and Jake’s smile staggers before falling in a thin line

“You know that’s the thing about you” He grumbled making you narrow your eyes at him

“What about me Jake?”

“That you never think about anyone but yourself” You drop your arms to your side as you stare at him with wide eyes, “I thought your sister was selfish but you’re on a whole other level” He watched as your mouth opened and closed to form a sentence but failed in the end.

“I tutor you and what have you given me in return for taking time out of my day to help you?” He smirks as he inches himself to the corner of your bed to be closer to you, “Absolutely nothing”

The way how he tilts his head to the side in innocence made your grip crush the paper even more until your nails dig into the flesh of your palm, “Now don’t get me wrong there’s a lot you don’t know and I don’t have any problem lending a helping hand”

“It’s just that you have to work with me”

“All this tutoring isn't free. I need some type of compensation for all that I am doing for you”

“Comprensation?” You mock and shake your head while waving a finger his face as you march over to him

Jake looks up at you with his pouty lips and shining eyes, your hands twitch around the crunched paper, “In case you forgot I didn’t ask for your help. I told you I didn’t want it”

“And yet, you proceeded to leech off me and take it”

“Remember you did suck me off” You stay silent to swallow your guilt of the resurfacing memory from a couple days ago

“Tell me did it work? Did you manage to get Jay off?” The mention of the other male had you grimacing, making Jake raise his hands up in surrender, “What? I’m only asking” He laughs

“But your silence is telling me everything I need to know. You’re welcome then” Jake offers a hand but you slap it away with a gruff

He sighs heavily and runs the stinging hand to push the back the fluff of his hair, “No one is forcing you to do any of this”

“You have the free will to walk away and kick me out. Hell you can even tattletale on me to your sister”

“But you never do” His voice dropped into a slur when he pushed himself so close to the edge that you thought he was going to fall, “And you never will”

Your arms reach out to catch him in case he did fall and Jake smiles at the action. He looks up at you to see how you avert your eyes away from him as you pull your arms back like you hadn’t done anything.

“You live off the thrill. You thrive in the fact you have leverage over her” Your mouth gaped to say something to defend yourself but the only thing that came out was a strained noise, “So what will be in it for me if I continue to help you? Mhm?”

A loud squeal escaped your mouth when he grabbed your wrist and flipped you to your bed. His body hovers over you and smiles down on you when both of your arms are pinned down to your side.

He takes a moment to appreciate your sprawled body underneath him. His heart races and his pants tightened seeing your shaking eyes, “Actually I know exactly what can be my form of payment”

Jake lets go of your wrist having you quickly rest on your elbows when he starts to trail down your front. He hooks his hands under your ankles and pushes your legs up to your chest—exposing your clothed core.

“J-Jake” You stuttered, he hums softly to encourage you to continue which you do, “Ho-Hold on- Wait”

Following your line of sight towards the opened door, he chuckles digging your knees into your chest just enough to have your breast jump.

“What’s wrong baby?” He coos, running a hand up your shin that had you shuddering, “It’s just the two of us”

“Please don’t call me baby” Your elbows grow weak that your body sprawled back on the mattress

Right when he was going to respond, he stopped at the sight of you wiggling to push your hips out more to meet his face. He breathlessly laughs and drops his head in a shake, “Alright fine. If that’s what you want”

He rubs his calloused hand over your thighs and each shiver fueled him even more. Left to admire how you were exposed to him with no resistance whatsoever.

Yet, he doesn’t do anything beyond that causing a whine to leave past your mouth. ”Jake” You drag the last letter of his name in impatience, “Please!” You said louder than you wanted but your frustration can be heard in the tone better

He laughs and pats the side of your hip and traces his finger over your skin with a shake of his head, “What are you pleading for sweetheart?”

“Anything- Just do something”

“Aww c’mon I need better words than what” He teases knowing you would only grow even more frustrated, “I want to hear it from you”

“J-Jake just fuck me”

Jake hisses from the abrupt confession, “Did anyone ever tell you to have such a way with words?” He sucks his teeth and shakes his head, “That isn’t specific enough though, what exactly-”

You cut him off with a frustrated yell, “Stick your fingers in me, use your mouth. I don’t care, just fucking do something”

Expecting some reaction you let out a shaky exhale but you quickly suck in a breath when Jake grips the waistband of your pants and dragged them down your bent legs and threw them somewhere to be forgotten about.

“Shit you’re so fucking wet” He comments at the sight of the wet patches making your cheeks burn, “You’re soaking right through your panties”

Pulling his face to your enticing entrance, he lays a flat tongue over your panties making you squeal. He instantly groans the faint taste on his tastebuds. It was dizzying how you filled his mouth through the thin fabric.

He centered and sucked at your folds that made you jerk your hips when a weak moan left your mouth.

His nails dig into the flesh of your back thighs while lathering his mouth over the outline of your pussy. A groan ignited from his mouth when your hand found the back of his head and tangled his hair between your fingers.

Rutting into his face, his tongue protruding the tight hole that he whimpers at the retraction it gave him when he pushed too far.

The wetness lathers over his face from your soaked panties and drenches his lower half. He harshly pulls at the elastic of the band molding the shape of your cunt making you scream to pull away when it digs between the slit of your folds.

Jake pushes his hips against your bedding and the moan vibrating against your core makes you jolt, tugging harder on his hair for support.

He slurps louder when lines of arousal leaked out of you. Nicking your clit repeatedly as he presses down your hip to stop your arching back—to pull away from his opened mouth kisses.

Your slicks slide down the back of his throat and stain it of a sweetness. Tilting his head over to the side, slacking his jaw open to trails from your entrance to your bundle of nerves to gather more of it down to his stomach.

“Jake” You weakly call his name, your hands pushing his hair back to help from it getting in the way of your pleasure, “More! need more of you”

The jumps of your hips to meet his face half way made him smirk and when he runs a finger between the wettest slick he’s ever seen, he adores the shaping of your pussy.

Tugging at the thinned panties to the side to be met with your glistening entrance.

“No wonder you’re drenched” He murmurs under your breath and just let a magnetic pull that dragged him to attach his mouth back to you

He hums loudly at the direct connection of flesh on flesh and you let out your loudest moan yet when you feel the drag of his wet tongue against you.

Immediately the heels of your feet trap him by pressing down on his mid back and grind your folds over his face.

The clicks of his nose hitting your clit and his tongue inching into your entrance had you seeing stars. Jake was growing dizzy, the lack of air was the least of his concern when your arousal was all he needed to live.

Lapping over your cunt like he’s been starved was an understatement. He moves his head up and down as he lifts your hips for a better angle.

“Jak- Jakey” The you call his name makes his tongue flicker all around, your arousal dripping down ruining your sheets and flying everywhere

Left to only wither under his folding hands as he focuses on circling his tongue around your clit, he pops it into the warmth of his mouth that makes you jerk.

He blabs incoherency into your cunt as you chase after this locking mouth. The tightening of your lower abdomen tensening as your body indents the mattress with your pitiful cries as you come all over his mouth.

“Jake!” You scream his name without a care in the world as you push his head down to your spasming self

“No more-S-Sensitive” You wail realizing how Jake didn’t stop his attack on your cunt

He drags the flat of his tongue to spread the excessive amount of slick everywhere. Of course not before he downs what you released from your ripping orgasm.

Words fall deaf on your ear focusing on how the muscle flickers to encourage more release from your hole. You weakly shake your head but with the ruts of your hips contradict your words.

You feel his tongue tease your entrance that made you tighten around, he slaps the side of your thigh as he forces his mouth to latch all over your slicken core.

Pushing down on the balls of your feet to chase after your post high, your body felt light. Your clit tingles when his tall nose bridge brushes against it. Your hips jerked each time he moved with an unfaltering pace.

He breathes through his nose and inhales the sweetness of your arousal. All his senses were becoming filled by you.

When he stretches the entirety of your folds by his tongue to trail up to your bundle of nerves. You wailed weakly tugging on his hair and ears—practically anything you could get yours hands on.

The sucked in of your stomach before locking into a tightening grip as your cheeks flared in embarrassment when you felt it different from the first. You shake your head to deny and stop it from happening, “W-Wait, s-stop”

Your pleas were useless against Jake’s dazed mind. He continued to unhinge his jaw for a clear shot when you came for a second time so easily with the following of a stream shooting out of you.

Jake doesn’t pull away at the release instead he runs two fingers over your folds to usher more as he slurps at your cunt, “Messy messy” You managed to pick up on his slurred words but were too jerky to respond right away

“To-too much Jake please” Your body shakes as you weakly kick his shoulder to push him away

“Aww what happened to you calling me Jakey baby” He pants over your core but lathers his soaked face back to your aching self

You weakly shake your head but the soft peppering kisses made you melt and inch closer to his face. A ringing messed your hearing but when you feel your legs finally let go to drop to the side—leaving you still spread and exposed for him, a moan ripped from your throat.

His kisses move away from your pussy to the inner of your thighs, “So pretty” He pecks and nibbles on your skin causing to jump and making him smile against you, “You’re the prettiest girl ever”

Your heart shouldn’t jump the way it did. But you smiled in your daze and gleamed brightly as your chest bloomed.

Jake saw how you lit up at his words and he ran his rough hands over. Placing a kiss on both of your knees and the rounds of your hips, he pulls your shirt up exposing your stomach to him.

He stares at the bareness of it, he gets lost on how clean it is, not a single flaw on it.

The aching of his cock restrained in his pants didn’t help but the sounds of keys slotting into the front door and the clear cut voice of his girlfriend, he inaudibly sighs and presses the longest kiss yet in the center of your stomach.

“My pretty girl”

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“How come your little fuck buddy isn’t here?” You snap your attention to your sister laying on a pool chair, sunglasses perked on her nose as the sun hits her

Your mouth twitched and almost contemplated leaving, almost.

Instead you take the seat right next to her, laying out your towel and plopping yourself down. She peeks in the corner of her eye and screeches when you snatch her sunscreen, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?

“Why so curious about him? Focus on your own boyfriend- Where even is he?”

She glared at you and you could feel it through the glasses. She snatches the sunscreen back, her nails scratching you in the process but not caring when you hissed and held your wrist forming white lines.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” She grits through her teeth and your furrow your brows in the middle, “You know ever since I showed up with him, you’ve been nothing but more of a brat”

You scoffed and nodded your head as your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, “Really? I’ve been a brat?”

“Yes! Look, I don’t care what’s happening between you and whatever you want to call what Jay is to you” You grimace harshly at her when she waved her hand in front of your face to shut you up

“But for someone of us, you know the ones that actually have a boyfriends, unlike you, are trying to get mom and dad to be aboard with him but he’s over here wasting time with you because you can’t handle a simple summer class”

“You’re acting like you need to work for their approval. News flash, you already have it no matter what you do” When you snapped she jerked back at the raise of your voice

You suck in a breath and you were going to apologize but she laughed mockingly, “Ohhhh I get it now, you‘re just jealous”

“Well it’s not my fault that I’m not like you” She shivers at the comparison of possibly being like you, “Don’t even know how we are even related”

Maybe because we both are not good people. Once your sister learns to accept them, you can actually take her seriously.

“But I am curious though, how is it knowing you’re not the favorite?”

Your hands balled into fist, an anger that only your sister can bring out of you made you feel nasty. You opened your mouth to fire back but a third voice chiming in shattered something in you.

“Woah what’s going on?” The worried accented voice, breathless from whatever the case may be, made shivers run up your spine

You look up to see Jake, sweat dripping down his forehead and neck. Oil grease and black smudges all over his sleeveless white tee and shimmering skin.

His hands were dirty with the discoloration but the bright red knuckles and joints were still visible as he moved his hair with the pull back of his head as a whole.

“Where have you been?” Your sister stands up and stomps her feet to him and grabs the bend of his arm, Jake looks away from you to his girlfriend in shock

“I-I was with your dad helping with the car” Jake stutters at the harsh tone your sister gave him like he did something wrong

“We were supposed to go out today” You picked up on the hushed words but couldn’t hear what else she said afterwards but the change in expression on Jake’s face was all you needed to know

He closes his eyes, scrunching his face as your sister rambled on about something you tuned out long ago. He sighs heavily when your sister walks inside without a glance back at him.

Your jaw clenched to screw your mouth shut but when Jake walks over to where you are, you soften your jaw and look up at him with a certain glint in your eyes of understanding.

“I’m in trouble again” He scoffs a chuckle when he sits down on your chair instead of the chair opposite of you, the one where his girlfriend sat in

Scooting an inch away from him, Jake catches it in his peripheral view. He frowns and wraps an arm around your bare waist and slides you back to plaster to his side. You yelp and put your hands to his chest when he pushes you down on the pool chair.

“Jake!” You quietly yelled his name to snap him out of it but his hair fell forward from framing his face, your breath get caught in your throat as you swallow down your words when he only stares at you, “She can come back any second- Someone will catch us”

“Then let them” He responds immediately with a hearty laugh, a hint of underlying playful tone that was almost too serious for you.

He suggest to see your face contouring into horror at the thought of being caught with him, “But if you really want, we can go somewhere a little more private”

“It wouldn't be so bad if they see us though right?” You pushed his shoulder as he spoke but he didn’t budge, “They can just call it bonding time between us”

“You’re insane” You grumbled under your breath and Jake simply smiles that made your stomach full with butterflies, he dips his head into the crevice of your neck starts to place soft kisses against your neck

You’re a goner.

“Does that mean we can move this somewhere else?” He softly asked against your skin, his tongue dragging around the unblemished skin

Your hand twitched against his shoulders, he slightly lifted his body up, just enough for you to wiggle out if you wanted to. However, when you clasped them around the points of his shoulders, he smirks and you lightly hit his upper back as his arm slipped under your body making you giggle.

You didn’t bother to change out of your swimsuit. There was a growing wet need right in between your legs and with the most convenience of Jake being there, so willing to please you whether it was actually for you or for himself—Why would you waste another second? Exactly. You wouldn’t.

And as Jake let the back of knees hit your bed, his body instinctively falling backwards in the middle as you crawl over him. He felt small under your narrowed gaze, the jut in his chest made him smile when each of your legs rested on the side of his hips. Hoisting himself up by one arm as he held your waist with the other, he looked up at you fondly.

You push back the ruffle of his hair and gleam when you see the entirety of his face. He allows his head to knock back and feel the rake of your fingers through his hair.

“I’m dirty” He chuckles but you shake your head

“No you aren’t” That was an understatement, he reeked of mechanics, poorly applied sunblock and pure sunshine. However for the last one, doesn’t he always smell that

“Lesson 3” He lifts his head to align with yours, you freeze on top of him, strong eyes staring right back at you, they slightest creased from his soft close lip smile

There was shimmering fondness in his eyes as he stared at you. He was inching closer and he softly chuckled when his lips hover right over yours. He watched how you closed your eyes shut and scrunched your face as if you were waiting for something from him.

“Expect the unexpected” When he past your face to whisper in your ear, your eyes opened and pulled away just enough to get a good look at the toothy grin spread across his face

“What if you do expect something” You meekly spoke out and he couldn’t help and giggled

He adjusted himself to lazily wrap his arms around your waist, “Never do baby”

As you settled on Jake’s lap. He was leaned up against your headboard, your door for some odd reason slightly opened when you swore you told Jake to fully close it.

He held your waist, swollen plump lips attached against your neck again.When you felt his teeth hovering over your neck pressing with pressure, you pulled his hair and he yelped when he was far from you.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop pulling my hair” He complained but the crazed cloud in his eyes looked at you like you were the center of his world

“Because if I don’t you’ll leave me in bruises and bite marks” He sheepishly smiles before shrugging his shoulders and pouting his lip

“It’s not my fault that you would look so good with my hickies all over your body. Plus would it be so bad after all?”

“Yes, if Jay sees this-” Jake loudly groans interrupting you with a harsh roll of his eyes

“Why do you even bother to mention him around me? I don’t get it. Shouldn’t you be more concerned with, I don't know, if your sister sees them?”

Your back straightens under his hand to softly reply, “She wouldn’t know if they’re from you”

But the dark hum from him made you flutter your eyelashes cluelessly at him, “You don’t think my own girlfriend will notice her boyfriend’s marking on someone else?”

Your body became rigid completely at the thought that this was in fact not Jake’s first time. He's probably done this multiple times to the point where he-

“It’s innocence lost, don’t fret it anymore. I can see it running through that pretty head of yours” Jake faces your head from the side to face him

You felt bare—exposed to Jake. It warmed but terrified you at the same time. It could’ve been with Jay, with anyone else that you felt this with and you would be fine, maybe a little unhappy but it would do because it wouldn’t be wrong.

Instead of confronting the gnawing thought in your head, your hand palms the bottom of his chin and lifts it up as Jake grants you to do it easily. You lick your lips at the bare of his slightly dirty neck from working with your dad outside.

You hesitated but when he pressed the back of your head down to his body, you instantly pressed feathering kisses and his broad shoulder loosened under your hands and you sigh happily that the topic was forgotten.

“You get it now?” He heartily laughs and accepts the fate and knocks his head with a thud against your headboard

Your kisses switched into soft suckles against his skin. More access to the harness of soft skin that you wondered why your sister never did anything to show her possessiveness over him.

You heard the stories of her relationships on how she was always doing the most to make sure her boyfriends were marked.

“You sure were to talk about me not leaving marks on you but you want to go ahead and mark me up?” He lowly hummed but when you continued to suck on the soft skin, the corners of his lips tug down as you blatantly ignore him

Jake’s hand gently glides up from your waist to your front. You shiver feeling the callousness against your bare skin, his hands rough, the black streaks being left from his hand to your skin like a tattoo. A reminder of what is happening.

The hand wraps around your throat and pushes your head away, reluctantly you released him with a plop of his skin between your lips,

“That’s not how it’s going to go” He sternly says, making you lightly frown when he kisses the roof of his mouth with his tongue, “You’re so greedy. Always wanting to take and take but never give”

He cooed softly, his hand letting go of your throat to crease your cheek, “Remember baby, this is a two way street. If you want to leave hickies, don’t you think I should be able to leave some as well?”

“No” You quickly shut the idea down with a firmness that made him sigh in defeat, “Jake you know that-”

“Fine” He releases your cheek to fold his arms over his chest instead of resting them on your waist, “It’s whatever”

“Wait Jake, are we okay?” You softly asked realizing how dissociated he sounded, you gulped down the nerves and poke his shoulder when he looks away

Though your soft touch melts his heart, the pressure on the tip bone of his shoulder makes him turn to face you—which should’ve been the first mistake.

There was one thing he learned about you from the time he’s spent either around you and observing you, there was nothing he could do to salvage himself whenever he looked at you. ”Why wouldn’t we be baby”

“How many times do I have to tell you to not call me baby”

Your little fit about the name calling always made him smile. The initial annoyance fading away when his sleazy tease that jerks yours and his heart, “However many times until it sticks into my mind and rolls off my tongue like second nature”

You narrow your eyes when he fiddles with the ribbons of your bathing suit, “You know you look very pretty” He tilts his head up from looking over your body

There a was a burning sensation under your cheeks and you tried to hide your face by turning to the side but the grip on your chin forced you to turn and face him again, “Look the absolute prettiest when you’re flustered”

“Don’t say that”

“Why not?” He jerks his hand away making you miss the warmth of his skin on yours

“Because you don’t mean it” Your voice grew smaller each time you spoke

There were many expressions you’ve seen from Jake but none of them were half as emotional as this one. His eyes were wide in disbelief, his jaw dropped, looking at you like you were insane for even saying that.

“Don’t look at me like-“

“What do you mean that I don’t mean it? I’m pretty sure I know what comes out out of my mouth is real or not”

You sigh heavily, shuffling awkwardly on his lap, trying to pull off him but Jake digs his nails into the flesh of your hips and brings you down, this time right on top of his hard-on.

You let out a weak wanton moan at the poke inside of your thigh passing to your covered core. “Go on. Say it”

“You probably tell this to every girl you’re with. My sister wouldn’t be far from there either-“ You don’t know why you spoke your mind, it was something being picked apart by the very hands that held you

“Lesson 4” He cuts you off curtly making you quiet, “Law of assumption is a nasty one”

You snicker which was the second mistake.

“You think it’s funny baby?”

“Stop calling me-” He cut you off with an abrupt kiss that left your mind dizzy, you freeze for a second but it was dreading when you fall into a rhythm

Your nails dig into the flesh of his bare broad shoulders, he holds you tightly by your lower back and brings you closer to him. The traveling of his hand up your middle back—tracing your spinal cord in the process sent goosebumps everywhere.

You tilt your head to the side, gripping the fluff of his hair to push further into the kiss. Jake crossed your lips with his tongue before squeezing your skin and biting your bottom lip that made you squeal just enough for the wet muscle to slip into your warm mouth.

He sighs in satisfaction and nibbles on any flesh he could sink his teeth into.

“Gonna need to be quiet if you don’t want to be caught” He blabs against your mouth but he knew he couldn’t keep up with his own words, it was a paradise kissing you

Your lips felt sore and raw from how much he kept biting on them, you tried to lightly push him away due to the lack of oxygen making you feel like you would pass out from kissing him.

The way Jake’s hair slots perfectly through the cracks of your fingertips as you allow yourself to melt into his embrace. Having a cramp form from the force of craning your neck downwards couldn’t bother you more than the growing need in between your legs.

Your heart was thumping as you kept chasing after his mouth when he pulled away just a little. Adjusting yourself in his lap, the poking against your thigh had you falling apart and softly moaning into his mouth.

He swallowed down those sounds for his ears only. His hand travels over your bare back and in a fit of giggles, he smiles brightly against your lips because if there was one thing that he knew, he would leave this room having you.

Pulling away in a haste making you gasp loudly before sinking your teeth into his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. He breathlessly laughs and runs his fingers bone to bone.

“What’s wrong baby, you keep moving. Feeling uncomfortable?” The tone was falsed with care

“Jakey” You slurred your words, “Please”

“Aww what are you pleading for sweetheart?” His warm breath grazing your skin felt like fire running under his skin to burn him whole

The tips of his fingers fiddled with the hem of your swimsuit before pulling your nape up to make you look at him with begging shaking eyes. “Words now”

“Fuck me please” Your voice as small and he almost couldn’t catch it, who is he deny your helpless pleas

“You’re shameless” He grazes his lips with yours and laughs against it

You weakly shake your head to deny it but you let out a loud gasp when his hand slips from your mid back and to your stomach and trails down.

His wicked laugh contradicts your frantic breaths. “No? Oh we don’t like liars now do we baby?”

“The law of assumption is a nasty one” You repeat back his words and he let out a smirk

A feeling driving him crazy from the moment he laid his eyes on you—His girlfriend’s sweet and innocent sister.

“It is when you’re not being truthful but in our case. We aren’t”

Jake didn’t give you a chance to fight back, not when he pulled your swimsuit aside—his fingers teasing the skin just above your core.

“Lift your hips up for me” He whispers past the shell of your ear and not wasting time, you followed his words because you didn’t feel like testing him today knowing he could leave you hot and bothered and worst of all, untouched

Jake gleams seeing how you did what he asked. Instead of letting you off his lap completely, you’re stopped midway and the confusion written over your face was everything to him, “Trust me”

You shouldn’t have, that much you knew. However, putting your faith into him. You flutter your eyes closed. Thighs and knees burning from your held position yet, that pain faded away into an adrenaline when you feel his rough hand on you again.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders, feeling the broadness of them again, you tremble realizing what you had pleaded for him, your sister’s boyfriend.

He silently hissed but the death grip on your hips distracted either of you from anything else. You become rigid above Jake when you feel

him tugging the bottoms covering your core.

“Fuck how are you this wet? Does Jay even try to make you come?” Jake spat more for himself when he saw you soaking through your bottoms like you had taken a swim, “Absolute imbecile”

Your eyes almost fluttered open instead you let out a loud shriek and screwed your eyes tighter when he harshly grabbed at your thin clothed breast. The roughness dug into your flesh making you cry, “What the hel-“

“To distract you” He murmurs cutting you off before you get another chance to speak, he drags your body back down causing your jaw to fall slack

“Jake!” You squeal his name at the stretch of his tip entering you and splitting you apart

Digging your nails into his shoulder blades while Jake tightened his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet when you couldn’t stop sobbing, never being this stretched out ever before.

“S-So big- it’s too much” Your eyes finally open and through wet tears, you look down to see the bareness of his cock disappearing into you

“You’re so tight fuck” He breathlessly says, “Does he never stretch you out or what?”

Through hiccups and sniffles you weakly shake your head no the more you sink down onto his hard length. A thought of Jay crossing and disappearing as quickly as it showed up when you feel Jake twitch inside of you.

You could feel every vein, each jerk and waking pump that he had as he pushed through your walls.

“J-Ja-Ja…” You wail and Jake slams you down to fully engulf him making your scream and he throws a hand over your mouth to shut you up

“Jay ever made you feel this good? Is that why you’re calling out to

him?” You roughly shake your head, tears running down your cheeks and dangling at your chin before falling to his chest, “Then why are you saying his name like he’s the one fucking you”

You weakly slap his chest the moment he bottoms out. Your fluttering hole gaped around the length, welcoming him into the warm wet confinement that he couldn’t not ram into you.

The slickness spilling past your pussy and lathering over him all the way to the base was enough to make him slide in like it was home. Your bottom half of the bathing suit rubbed his base and your clit making each of you suck in a breath.

Your ragged breaths muffled by his hand finally fell off when you were blabbing into it and shaking your head uncontrollably as if to prove something.

“N-No he’s never” It was like fireworks going off in his heart, the gnawing disgusting feeling faded away to a mellow happiness

It was his revelation and the third and possibly the biggest mistake of the day.

“Oh he’s never fucked you?” He raised an eyebrow, the hands holding your hips pushed them up against his crotch making you strain a moan

The corner of Jake’s mouth pulls up as he watches you chase that small friction. Groaning softly when you rutted your hips harder down, balled up fist against his chest, your tears drying only to be drenched again by the new ones.

“Glad to know he won’t ever after this” He laughs when your head is thrown back, such unrhythmic movements of your hips to make you unconsciously good, “Let's break you on my cock mhm?”

“Going to fucking ruin you baby”

Jake leans against the headboard, his warm hands leaving your burning body to stretch over his head and watch you. You whine when he doesn’t help you and instead he sucks his teeth and shake his head

“You wanted to get fuck right? So do it yourself” The tone was clear and stern, no room for arguments and you didn’t want to test him today

Moving your hand from his chest to hold his shoulders with a weak wet

bounce that rippled in the room. Your body is still not accustomed to the stretch yet forcing yourself to be by the way he fills you up. It was too delicious to pull away from.

Your head hangs back as you drag yourself from him before slowing back down. Fresh tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he wiped away gently.

Jake watches how your bottom lip shivers, shaking when you repeat the motion again and again until you find a slow pace. Your moans were growing by the second that he swore someone would hear you from down the hallway.

“Thought you didn’t want to get caught” He strains through gritted teeth when you clamped down around his length and continued inconsistent movements, “Why happened to that moral compass of yours?”

You couldn’t respond, he knew that. All that slipped past your lips were weak whines and incoherent blabs ranging from ‘Help me’ and ‘So good’ and his favorite, ‘Fuck me Jakey please’

The more you clamped around him, not letting him go even more than an inch before you were back at the base. The leaking tip pressed into your gummy walls and you felt full while barely moving.

“I can’t even be mad at you” He softly creased your head, “You’re taking me so well baby, I could stay inside of you forever”

Jake chuckles when he feels your hole fluttering around him, “You like the thought of that?”

“That I fuck you so good that you’ll be full of me to the point it’ll drip out of you”

“Jakey” You whimper his name focusing on chasing the pleasure you felt when he first rammed you onto him

“Tell me what you want” His tone smooth and slurred, a warm hand carefully wrapping around the back of your neck and pulling you up to face him

“Tell me what you want” He repeats what he says but when you screw your eyes shut the grind of your hips, finally finding the spot that hit your clit made a louder moan rip out of you

The soft grip tightened instantly and it woke you up from the daze when Jake’s free hand stopped your moving hips. You peer open your eyes to see the stretched frown as he stares at you.

When you discreetly move your hips in a circle, Jake instantly stops it and taps the side of your hips, “Up babe” Simple words but more than enough for you to slowly get up on your knees and stare at him like he hung the stars

His lips twitch into a soft smile and he hooks a hand under your arms and pulls you off him. “Shit” He grunts when you wrapped perfectly around his tip until your pussy reluctantly let him go with a plop

Your mouth was wide open with uneven breaths following when you looked down and caught sight of the very cock you had in your mouth, resting heavy and hard on his tanktop. The glistening shaft with the distinctive veins trailing all around, a red angry tip leaking of precum and a base covered in your arousal alone.

“Dirty girl” He chuckles making a dust of heat cross your cheeks as you look at him through clearing eyes, you wiped your face to rid of any tears left behind

Jake softly pushes your body to the bed to hover over you. Sweat trickling down his forehead down his neck as he admires you with shining eyes but toots and disappointedly shakes his head.

It must’ve shown on your face how confused you were when he laughed. A hand reached down and pulled his shorts up, stuffing his pulsing hard-on back in the restraints of his pants and pushed himself off of your bed and straight to your door.

“Lesson 2 baby” He grins even when you catch sight of his bulging tent peeking through before he squeezed out of your room, purposefully leaving your door open

You quickly rush up on your palms and stare where he once stood. You throw a blanket over your body and cover yourself with an agape mouth when through a lust needy cloud, you recall the said lesson of expect the unexpected.

Grumbling loudly under your breath but stopped when your sister passes through and stops at your open door, “Why do you have the door open?” She stops and scrunches her face in distaste, “Ugh why do you still have your bathing suit on if you were working with dad”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion and she sighs aggravated and points towards you, “I’m talking about those black streaks all over neck, the most you could’ve done was clean it off before getting into bed”

You first put on your sheets and strain a faltering smile, trying to hide your tingling and rest of your marked body from sight. All while trying to get the feel of fullness out of your head, “Expect the unexpected I guess”

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It sounded nasty in your sister’s room. The muffled shouting and yelling heard from down the hallway. You were only going to go to the bathroom, you didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Yet, the moment you stepped out, it was like your feet got glued to the ground and you couldn’t move from your doorway as you try to make out whatever they were arguing about.

“Jake you suck as a boyfriend do you realize that?” The said male sighs heavily and rubs his creased forehead

“Fake boyfriend” He corrects with emphasis under his breath which got drowned out by your sister’s continuous rant

“Last time I checked you promised to the be the best boyfriend ever but ever since we came here you’ve been sticking to my sister like a vice and it’s frustrating”

“What is that about huh? Do you fucking like her or what? Don’t miss me with that love bullshit”

“Don’t ask me about nonsense” Jake harshly whips his head over to your sister, “Why don’t we talk about if Heeseung actually cares about this fake ass relationship may I remind you and will crawl back to you”

“Let me remind you that she has Jay so don’t start getting ideas thinking you’re special and stupidly get attached to her” Jake balls his fist at his sides at the mention of Jay’s name again floating in the air like how it always does in this house

“I should’ve gotten someone else that would’ve actually tried to make

this plan work instead of you” Your sister yells as she opens the door hastily, “Fuck you Jake”

“Yeah don’t hold your breath” Jake scoffs loudly when your sister stomps down the hallway making him sigh heavily

Jake grabs whatever he sees in sight and chucks it across your sister’s room in anger. He lets out a frustrated yell and when he hears a soft knock at the door, he whips his head thinking it was his girlfriend.

But at the sight of you hesitantly bringing your hand back down from the door, his shoulders slouch, the aggravated face and glaring eyes softened instantly. He lets out a deep exhale and runs a hand through his hair, ruining the styled fluff of it.

“Are you okay?”

Jake doesn’t respond, instead he walks over to the edge of your sister’s bed and plops his body heavily on there before sighing heavily and running another hand through his hair, ruining it completely. The slight styled waves landed over his forehead, almost enough to cover his eyes.

He looks up at you with a slight frown and shakes his head. Extending out his hands and doing a grabby motion towards you. You try to hold back the smile by covering it up with a small cough.

Slowly walking over to him and just when you were in distance, he wraps his arms around you and brings you to him. You let out a squeak when his head pressed into your stomach.

Nestling his cheek, you freeze at the gripping embrace. A wave of fondness glosses over making you softly pet his hair before running your hands through it, much more careful and gentle than how he did earlier.

“Just need you right now” He murmurs against your shirt having you lightly giggle to conceal the thumping of your heart

You were sure he could feel it by being pressed up against you and instead of freaking out, you accept it and nod your head, “Okay… I can stay for a minute”

“No please stay longer” Jake roughly shook his head and rested his chin on you

Your gaze shifts down to see him, a soft pout stretched down on his face, big droopy eyes staring up at you and his hands rubbing any piece of you he could get his hands on.

You stop pushing back his hair, resting it just by his ear. “I really really need you” His voice was softer than anything he’s ever said before

When Jake’s hand roamed your body, moving from your back to your sides, down your hips and thighs to stop at the waistband of your pants. You close your eyes and softly push at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge and instead digs his chin harder into your ribs.

“Goodnight Jake” You sternly say but your words slowly fade out when his fingers hook under the entirety of the elastic, “No- At least not here”

Jake could only care about the fact you said at least not here. You weren’t denying him anymore.

Letting out a yelp when you were suddenly flipped to your sister’s bed. Your body jumps from the soft mattress, a loud gasp escaping your mouth when Jake is on top of you.

Instantly he attaches his mouth to your soft skin, trailing soft kisses from the point of your shoulder to the sweet spot on your neck that cracked the sweet noises he adored. Pursing his lips together and sucking harshly on the unblemished skin.

You shudder a moan, back arching slightly as he slots a knee in the middle of the legs, brushing up against your clothed pussy making you melt further into the mattress.

“Anywhere but here Jake” He sighs heavily, pulling his head away to focus his attention on you to make sure you see him shaking his head

“It’s either here or nowhere” Jake scoffs, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, “Why do you even care? You don’t even like her”

“That’s not the point” You gulp down the lump forming in your throat and awkwardly clear it

“Well it doesn’t matter. She treats you like crap and this is the perfect opportunity to get back at her” He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts it up to make you face him, “Wouldn’t it be good to know that you fucked your sister’s boyfriend in her own bed”

“You know how much she loves this shit like it’s her palace”

You grip his shoulders, frantic eyes looking away because you knew he was right. And he knew you knew he was.

He smirks and presses rough kisses against your neck and you hit his back but not to hurt him but just enough to make him grin harder against your skin.

"Fuck you Jake" He chuckles at the venom seeping through your words

He breaks away from your neck, feathering kisses trailing up the line until he outlines the shell of your ear. His hot breath made your legs clench around his knee and you whimpered when he grips your hips tightly, "You already have"

When he pulls away and you turn to face him, he smiles and leans in. He captures your lips in a feverish way, teeth clanking together, his tongue lathering itself all around your plush flesh. He was kissing you like a starved man who has been denied his only need for decades.

For a second you freeze and screw your eyes shut, your nails graze his back until you tilt your head and melt into the kiss. He smiles happily that you’re reciprocating the kiss again.

The fitted black shirt did nothing for your imagination as you dragged down his shirt when he pressed his lips deeper on yours.

You whimper in the kiss, trails of red left behind in your wake through his shirt. Jake shakingly cups your jaw as he slides across your bottom lip—begging for entrance.

The slight opening was more than enough to have him sliding past and exploring your mouth. He groaned softly when you clawed at his skin.

Jake wasn’t someone spontaneous, taking pride in always being somewhat calculated. Yet, he always had to expect the unexpected when it comes to you. Especially now when it dawns over him that it’s addictive kissing you.

His cold hand fiddles with the hem of your shirt before slipping it under against the harness of your skin. Moaning softly into the needy kiss, you feel the hand roaming—memorizing every dip and curve you had to offer.

The higher he trailed up the more your breath hitched until it got stuck in your chest and a loud gasp escaped your mouth when he roughly cups at your breast.

His fingers instantly run over the hardening bud and twisting it making you wail just enough for Jake sticks his tongue further down your throat from the perfect opportunity.

You silently gagged around the intrusion while he gargled a laugh at your struggle. Hastily pulling back with a heavy breath from you, you’re panting trying to make up for the lost air.

“You have to be quiet” Jake knows he wouldn’t stay true to his words but he just loves to see the twitches on your face to hide your worry

“Jake” You swallow down each breath, “Hold on”

Your pleas fall deaf on his ears the moment he reattaches himself back to your lips. Pecking the swollen plush repeatedly to cut off any words or thoughts daring to come from you.

“That’s right baby. Just let me do everything. Let me take care of you” Instead of trying anymore, you fall into it and kiss back with less of a need to keep you both connected

He squeezed around your breast, nails digging into your flesh making you cry. Pinching on your hardened bud to irritate it made you jolt in your sister’s mattress more.

“Stop teasing” You grit through your teeth even though you were loving every second of it, “Do something”

“So impatient” He lowly slurs before running his hand over both of your breast, “Guess the apple never does fall too far from the tree”

“I know you can take me, no point in wasting time” Your head pushes back into the bedding when he fondles them with a harsh touch, not caring if he was gentle or not

A roaming hand travels down past your stomach to play with your waist band before hooking under it and tugging down both your garments in one trip. “What a nasty girl” He laughs when he noticed you helping him out

He shifts his potions to stand, hands letting go of your body to bring attention to the edges of your pants. He trugs softly at them until they slip past your hips and removes them in one go.

Your legs tried to squish together before he could catch a glimpse of your glistening entrance but he sprawled his palms on your knees and spread them to the bed to expose you to him.

Your hands fist the sheet and screw your eyes shut when he softly cooed, “Aww is this all for me?”

When you don't respond, he frowns and runs a finger over your slit making a wanton moan rip out of you. “I asked you something baby”

“Yes! It’s for you! All for you Jakey” The words rushed out in a single breath

He plunges his finger in one swift motion that makes you frantically gasp. “That’s good” He chuckles, “Glad to know you wouldn’t be like this for anyone else that isn’t me”

Stretching out your hole little by little in a scissoring motion had you withering in the sheets. Jake hooked his free arm under your leg to keep you from moving and slacked his jaw open to attach to your dripping core.

“J-Jake!” You squeal, tugging softly on the fluff of his ruined hair as Jake sucked and sucked all arousal that spilled out

His fingers worked simultaneously to pump in and out of you while he tongue flickered over your folds, lathering your arousal with his saliva.

He groans when you harshly tug his head closer to you, grinding your hips to his face as weak moans fall from your mouth. It managed to shake all the way up to your head and instantly take over your rationality.

Jake continued to lap at your pussy like it was the sweetest treat ever. A lovely essence that he can’t grow sick of when his fingers curl, your body curls too.

“So fucking sweet, I love how you taste baby” He blabs against your entrance leaving you shivering with each wet kiss he plants

You couldn’t respond when his tongue teased your filled hold and you jerked to move away from the extra intrusion. Jake was quicker than you anticipated and held your place.

“Nu uh none of that. You’re going to take it for me” He lifts his head with a heavy pant and you see the string of saliva connecting him from your pussy to his mouth

You swallow down your words when he grins and licks his lips, breaking the string. He hummed blissfully at the taste, eyes fluttering close in pleasure before forcing himself back down for more.

“Be good for me alright?” He doesn’t give any warning when he drags his two fingers out, only leaving his fingers buried in your hole

He stays like for a moment before pushing in three fingers knuckle deep without a care how you clench around him. “Need to fill you up right” His dark laugh that has you insides twisting, “I couldn’t ignore how you suck me in”

“Want to see how much you can take before you’re coming without any stop” You strain a mewl and attempt to grab his wrist in response to his words making him lightly chuckle

The drag of his fingers were rough and deep, three fingers squished in your gaped hole, squeezing around him perfectly that left his mind dizzy and needing more.

Repeating the motion again and again of dragging his fingers out before sliding them back in. The squelching out your arousal and quiet moans left you both in a daze, “You need to be more quiet there”

“You don’t want to get caught right?” He whispered just enough for you to hear but when you clench around his fingers, he crocks a brow upwards, “Or maybe I stand corrected”

“You want to be seen like this don’t you?” He laughs almost manically, a warm breath fanning over your core that ran a shiver up your spine

You weakly shake your head but the loudest moan ripped out of you when he attached his mouth directly to the swollen bud. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he curls and opens you up more.

Every flick followed by suck on your clit and pump of his fingers knuckles deep into you had you shaking, back arching off your sister’s bed just for him.

No longer trying to pull away from him, you wrap your legs around his head to latch his moving mouth to your pussy.

“There’s my dirty babe” He mumbles against your slicken core, he knew you were close to edge, it was obvious with the way you kept pulse around his digits to keep him buried in you

“Right there- Jakey” Your voice was pitched and strained when a gush rushed out of you that managed to push him out of your gaped hole

You were gasping loudly when he attached his lips back to your pussy with such need. He rubbed his face harshly against you, his fingers rubbing over your folds to usher more of your release on his tongue.

He slurped whatever release came out of you, not wanting anything to go to waste. “Keep it coming baby” He screws his eyes shut feeling your fluttering hole around his intruding tongue, “Give it it to me”

You wailed to the muffled words, your body shaking trying to pull away from his ruthlessly kisses. The sensitivity grows too much for you to handle but Jake toothily grins when you take his fingers back into you. You weakly try to push him away but fail when he pressed his body onto your lower body.

He pushes in and out, every squelch bounced off your sister’s walls. “You’re making a mess sweetheart” He taunts even though he presses a free hand down your lower abdomen

Your legs weakly push his shoulders but with fail, Jake didn’t move an inch. He only continued to lap at your pussy, blatantly ignoring the ache in his jaw.

“Can’t take anymore Jakey please” You shake your head but the pressure on your stomach digs deeper as Jake ushers his fingers up and down your core

To your horror, flings of your arousal landing everywhere on his hands, arms, face and the bed underneath you. “Yes you can” He breathlessly pants as he rubs his palm over you

You’re a moaning mess by the time he feels your clenching around him again. Rutting down his hand harder and faster, his palm rubbing your clit continuously, his fingers curling up to your gummy walls and scratching them to leave his mark on you.

Your lower stomach flexed as you came over his fingers and mouth for the second time tonight. Shots of your arousal came out of you and over his fingers but his pace didn’t stop.

“Jake” You tried to crawl away from him but you were rooted into place, tongue lolled out to swallow everything that you were offering him

“There’s my girl. So beautiful. So perfect for me” He encourages more of your release to land on his tastebuds, his head was dizzy unsure if it was from the lack of oxygen or your sweet venom

Either way, this was the paradise he would rather get ripped apart for before willingly giving you up.

Jake presses soft kisses and carefully pulls away completely. Your mind was reeling to come down from the pleasure you had never felt before. Your ragged breaths mixed with his heavy pants.

“You okay baby?” He strokes the side of your face softly and you nestle into it for a form of comfort. You look up at him with rimmed eyes to see his pupils blown out all to stare at you like the center of his universe

A toothy lopsided grin made your heart flutter that you swore Jake would be able to hear from where he stood in front of you. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, your fisted hand loosened around the sheets and you stare at him with wet eyes.

“Fuck me”

Jake physically jerks at your words but the toothy grin is replaced with a smug smirk. He leans over your body, hands hiking up your shirt as he lets out a deep chuckle that makes your insides tingle. “Say it again. I need to hear you say it again”

“Fuck. Me. Jake” You emphasis every word sending him down a rabbit hole he didn’t want to escape from

“Such nasty words” He lowly hums while fumbling his belt as he makes his way towards you, a gaze that clouded his eyes darkly, “Think you can stay quiet?”

“Who cares” You stared at him at the foot of the bed, a prominent bulge daring to burst at any moment

“You do” Jake’s quick rebuttal made you quiet making him giggle at your stare, “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one with the need to stay a precious innocent angel”

He doesn’t struggle freeing himself from his raging hard-on. Your eyes widened at the angry red tip shining with precum slapping against his abdomen. Regardless of seeing it already, you swallow watching how it twitches at the freedom.

Jake laughs watching your slacked face and chuckles with a blooming across his chest. “Why so serious?”

“You know you can take me, no need to be scared” He runs a rough hand up and down your side until he rests his hand just above your heart, “Relax for me baby”

Your breath comes out in intervals, so uneasy that your chest rises and drops unnaturally. There was thumping against your chest that Jake for sure knew about now. Never in your life did you think you would ever be in this position. Well now you were and there was no turning back.

“Good girl” A single finger trails down your chest, circling your covered nipple and slipping down, “You never disappoint. Your sister doesn’t even give me this”

The mention of his girlfriend, your own sister, made a sense of dread fill your stomach. A reminder that Jake isn’t actually yours even when it felt like he was from the moment he walked through the front door.

You screw your eyes shut because if it was out of sight then it would be out of mind. You focused hard enough you can smell her signature perfume lingering in the air, forcing you to claw at Jake’s shoulder.

He hisses loudly and grips your hips while pressing down on your body with his own. “You have some nasty secrets but it’s okay because I have them too”

“Let me put these dirty secrets on you” You crack open your eyes for a second to catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes

Jake was gorgeous, generally perfect for you. The only downside, he was dating your sister.

Or at least that was what they made you and everyone else believe.

He aligns the tip of cock to your entrance, he slides his length to lather your arousal over him before carefully pushing in just past the tightness. You loudly gasp, knocking your head back at the slow stretch growing the more you sink down his cock.

“Fuck” You breathlessly said, inhaling sharply where the faint notes of his cologne filled your noise, the smell of your sister’s scent of her room fading out of your mind

It takes everything in Jake's power to not bottom out like how he did before but it was difficult when the delicious wet confinement welcomed and accustomed to him.

“S-Shit you take me so good” He drops his head into the crook of your shoulder and neck, “You’re always so good”

Jake didn’t move from where he stopped pushing in. The both of you peered down to see him disappearing into you. A clear amount of inches left to be sucked in.

Your ragged breaths follow his heavy pants and without warning or struggle, Jake snaps his hips forwards making your body jolt and the bed creak under his movements.

“Jake!” You shout his name but he slaps a hand over your mouth with a warning glare

“Shhh keep it quiet for me sweetheart” He smiles but now that he was bottomed out in you without struggle, only feeling how you try to get used to his length, “You can do that for me right?”

“Yes” Hearing how your voice cracks fills his chest with pride and he softly nicks your skin with his grazing teeth, “Jakey” You moan his name like it’s the only thing you have ever known

“That’s right say my fucking name” He groans as he drags his cock our before roughtly pushing back in

Your sister’s bed creaks under his first thrust and only continues when he drags his hips already too deep in his sense of the way you wrap around him. Each thrust left you empty for a moment before you were instantly filled up again.

His tip pressed into your gummy walls in ways you didn’t know possible. Each push and pull he gave you was each press into your g-spot.

You shake your head when he repeatedly hits the same spot once he realizes that was what let your loudest moans rip out.

“You say goodnight yet your pussy keeps me buried in you. Which one is it? Cmon baby where are you now?” Jake says as he picks up his pace into a ruthless manner

The creaking of your sister’s bed worsened, your moans and his grunts mixing as one as you wrap your arms over his body for leverage. There were no thoughts in your mind besides the fulfillment Jake was giving you.

“I don’t even fuck my girlfriend like this” He huffs like it was something to be proud, “There’s no way she would take me as good as you do”

“You’re better than her- Far much better”

You were relishing the backhanded praises. It made your heart drop with each compliment but there was a hidden happiness that filled you with it. Your skin crawls at the revelation but you’re far too gone to care anymore.

“He don’t fuck you like this does he?” Jake snorts in the shell of your ear, you knew who was he was referring to but when you opened your mouth to respond, he slammed his hip upwards in a bruising pace

Your reply to him was nothing but whines and breathlessly gasps. Jake felt you clamping around him causing him to darkly chuckle but never letting his fast pace let up, “Tell me he doesn’t fuck you this good”

“Jake slow down please” You wail with nails scratching down his broad back, it pierces through his shirt that he could feel the burn forming where you claw at him

“No” He growls, pressing down on your hips to continue slamming into you, “Take it for me. Say this is only for me”

Jake was losing sense of reality with the way you grip around him, this was all he ever needed. “Say it”

“For you Jakey” You sink your nails into his shoulder blades, “For you”

Jake couldn’t help but proudly smile. His heart thumping against his chest that he swore it would burst out any second. “So good- It’s all just for you”

Harsher thrust was his response, you could tell it fueled his desire when every thrust left you empty and slammed full in a matter of seconds. Your broken wails were muffled by the rush of his mouth meeting yours.

You gargled a noise but he swallowed it into his mouth as he messily dragged his tongue all over your lips. “Let them fucking hear how beautiful you sound for me”

Dragging your hand up to the back of his hair and pulling on it as your legs hook around his waist to keep him buried in you. “I’m going to breed your pussy baby that you’ll be so full of me”

“How does that sound? mhm?” He pops your bottom lip through his teeth, “You’ll like that? Be so full of me that you can’t even hold it and it’ll just have to slide down your thigh the moment you stand up”

“Yes! Yes!” You chant, your walls memorizing the drags of his cock, feeling the veins that traced all around it and mold it into your gummy velvet walls, “Yes please Jakey”

His thrust was growing erratic, unrhythmic if they were even that in the first place. Jake’s tip was ripping and bruising your insides with each movement he did, he couldn’t help himself any longer.

“Come for me baby” He grunts lowly just enough for you to hear the more you clamped around him

Each pulse around his moving shaft was daring enough to bring him closer to his orgasm. “Can I come inside- Let me come inside you” He whines as his hips were chasing after your confinement, "Please please”

Tightening your legs around him, your fingers aching by the way you kept gripping him and when your arms flail around his body to hold him close as you let out your loudest moan yet as you came all over his cock.

The wet squelch worsened by your release glistening his shaft and while you entered a state of bliss, Jake continued to chase after his own despite the sudden limitation for his range of motion. However, the new profound tightness was a blessing in disguise.

He lets out uneven breaths in a shudder when his thrust continues their awkward pace as he paints your velvet walls white of him. “So good shit- Too good for me”

“I love you. I love you” His words cleared your muffled ears, your eyes jump wide open as your mind short circuits from the three words said so easily

Your heart is hammering against both of your chest as he pushes his cum deeper into you, you claw harder down his back when he doesn’t still his thrust.

Moans bounce off the room’s walls until Jake finally comes to a complete stop. His cock lodged deep into you, his chest fell up and down after each breath, his eyes trained on how the rim of your pussy and his base gleamed white.

You felt the endless twitches inside the gummy walls however it disappeared making you whine at the sudden emptiness. Jake pulls his hardened cock out of you to hang right over your stomach.

Jake seems to have many mistakes but this was his biggest one when he looks up at you and catches the afterglow you were shimmering in. Your mouth slacked open, fresh tears he didn’t even notice streaking down your cheeks, and his marks littering your skin from your neck for everyone to see down to your rising chest only for him to see.

His eyes trails down to see the glops of his cum seeping out and onto your sister’s bed. His heart stops for a second before it jumps into his throat that he tried to swallow away.

“Jakey” Your voice hoarse and weak and it rips his attention away from the sight to focus on your fucked out expression

The way you looked up at him with pleading confused eyes, a harsh swallow to clear your throat twisted his chest and his body moved on its own. You whine when your body is flipped on the opposite side, your head turning to the side and pressed into your sister’s pillow and one of your legs is hiked up to the side.

He pushes your head down to the soft slick pillow and pushes his cock past into your aching pussy.

You flail your legs under him, hands fisting the sheets again until your knuckle turns white and your mouth slipping out moans to be drowned in your sister’s bed.

Droll slipped past the corner of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow when Jake grips the side of your hips and pulls it harshly to the side to watch how you swallow him in.

You grip the edge of the bed and moan loudly with each thrust that sends your body jolting further into the mattress. Your clit rubbing in the shit mixed with him filling you up, “Jake- Fuck slow down” You try to say but he only groans to avoid responding to your fake plea

“Take it sweetheart. Be a good girl for me and fucking take it” He thrust harder up, watching the recoil where you and him met

He pressed down on your knee to keep it leveled higher than your hip. The position had your eyes rolling to the back of your head while Jake was lost in the trance of his cum leaking down to the bed.

This time feeling the tears dimming your eyes and falling down your cheeks as you couldn’t contain your moans any longer with each hard thrust. Jake watched how your mouth was permanently opened as the beautiful noises he lives off of falls from your mouth.

“So fucking perfect for me. I need you forever baby” He drags his length out of pussy, leaving your empty for a second too long than what you wanted

Yet, he rams back into you to make up for the extra second of emptiness. “Who says I need your sister? I don’t need her anymore when I have you”

Your heart flutters at his words but you bury your head into her pillow in shame. You didn’t mean for it to turn out this way but your sister didn’t deserve him, everyone knew that.

Jake deserved better or worse. That is why he chose you in the end over her.

“You can be my girlfriend instead of her” He groans watching how you kept clenching around his cock the more he spoke, “Or maybe I get the best of both worlds by riding it out with her”

“Taunting you and fucking you behind her back. Sounds like an absolute dream”

Like a bucket of cold water was thrown over you to snap out of the haze that you peer behind you watching how Jake was already staring at you. He lets out a sinister grin as his pace slowed down but his thrust never faltered.

Each one teased your inside, poking where he could and will taint you. “You’ll drop that asshole of your boyfriend you have so that I can keep you all to myself”

You slam your hand down in the mattress with a shiver of your bottom lip, “Not my boyfriend” You correct in a time like this

Jake laughs loudly, his bruising grip pulling your body further apart to watch how your pussy allows him with ease and a big warm wet welcome.

He slips his hand under your body and down to your begging bundle of nerves and giggles when you wail and try to wiggle away from him. “Don’t run from me babe. It breaks my heart when you do that”

You let out a loud moan when he pressed harder down your clit and pushed his cock deep into you as you came around him again for how many times he ripped one of you the entire night.

He chuckles happily with no intent of stopping his own chase of pleasure again. Jake continues to push deeper into your gummy walls, you pawed at his wrist to rid it from your bud of nerves.

He ripped your freehand with his own and pressed it down to his girlfriend’s bed. Your balled up hand is engulfed by his as he holds it tightly. “Jake- Please” Your mind was too fogged to care about anything else that wasn’t him

The gnawing sensation in your stomach faded away as a pleasurable warmth filled you. Your body arches inwards when he stays true to his words of filling you up. The mess of your white velvet walls once again covered in white because of him.

Jake hovers his mouth over your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin and clamping down but not enough to break the skin to keep quiet of his own whines.

He lets out strained noises when you keep fluttering around him—trying to push him out when he doesn't dare move an inch out of you. “So good for me” He presses soft kisses from your shoulder up to your neck, “You make me so proud”

The praises filled your weakened mind and made a warmth cross your cheeks as you buried your face more into the pillow to hide away from him. “Knew you would be perfect for me” Jake continues, loving how you react to his words, “Wish I met you instead of your sister. Would’ve been nice if you were mine instead of her”

The words left a sour taste in your mind but you couldn’t deny the fluttering of your heart. A forbidden desire in the form of your sister’s boyfriend was your worst nightmare but your biggest desire.

When Jake pushes off your body with one last nibble to your earlobe, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your hand loosened from the edge of your sister’s bed and tried to move but hissed at the undeniable ache all over your body.

You can hear Jake giggling from behind you and you peer over your shoulder and horror daunted over you when you see his phone out, pointed directly to where he was still twitching in you, a sudden flash filling the room as he took a picture.

“What are you doing?!” A rush of adrenaline coursed through you and you try to push yourself up but Jake presses a flat hand on your back to keep you still

Watching his thumb effortlessly move across his screen until a satisfied grim stretches across his face. His eyes shined and you were unsure if it was from happiness or his screen.

His index fingers turn off his phone before panning the device over to you and turning it on with a single touch. Mortification runs your blood cold when you see the picture he had just taken as his lockscreen.

Instead of the picture of him and your sister in the mirror holding hands. All you see is the glops of white semen splattered all underneath your sister's bed and his still hard cock buried deep in your white slick hole.

He throws his phone somewhere onto his girlfriend’s bed before lifting your hips up from their laid position and raising them into the air—not once did he detach himself from your core. He pressed your face down to the mattress and you didn’t resist once—letting him do as he pleased.

“What the fuck” Your words muffled as you stare at him with shaky eyes over your shoulder but he only smiles widely and brings a finger to his mouth as if to keep you quiet

“This’ll be our dirty little secret”

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Under Pressure | Chapter 1. Speculation

summary: Scary. Mean. Intimidating: Words that put Song Mingi in a box that he didn’t create entering university. He was quiet for sure and had a face that scared guys away but made a lot of girls want to climb in his bed. He didn’t fight unless necessary, never raised his voice till someone raised theirs first, never depended on anyone until seven people decided it was okay for him to lean on someone from time to time. Now as a college senior, he still felt lonely especially at night when all the stars were just as mellow in brightness as the light in his eyes.

That was until he met you. Someone he always seen but never interacted with because of different crowds and different personalities. To him, you were the color that was missing to finish a canvas.

The biggest star to ever come into view.

pairing: fem reader x Song Mingi

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, angst, fluff, college/adult au, smut, strangers to lovers

word count: 4,132

warnings: Alcohol consumption, slight ableism from teacher, small talks of violence, slight panic attacks, mainly an intro for both Mingi and Y/N so not too much happens.

song rec: Adolescence by idntt

a/n: welcome to Under Pressure! I have been doing my research on traumatic mutism and just mutism due to PTSD as a whole. Thank you for waiting! The journey is just beginning.

Looks like he got into another fight over the weekend

I heard he got into a fight with Hyunsuk and some other basketball players

What if he’s a drug dealer

I try to get with him and he fucking rejected me like he’s big shit

Mingi’s ears rang as he walked through the campus, he knew he looked a mess but he didn’t need people to keep talking about him like he wasn’t right here. He was tired and exhausted from things that happened over this weekend and he just wanted to go to class then go back to his apartment to decompress. 

This past weekend, he went to visit family. He had a horrible relationship with his dad which is how he got into a fight. He still went down for the sake of his mom.  They were down at his grandparents’ house, his dad had kept making comments about his appearance and his habits through school. The anger built up in Mingi but he never thought to fight him in front of his family and never did. Once his dad threw something at his head, all Mingi saw afterwards was red. 

His dad is a bit taller and bigger so of course he had a bit of the upper hand but it didn’t stop Mingi from landing punches on him either. He talked to his mom a day after and she kept apologizing but he knew she wasn’t the problem. 

Mingi adored his mother, he would do anything in the world for her. Hearing her cry and blame herself every time he and his father had a fight or disagreement made him heartbroken. 

Little did he know, his mom was filing for divorce but she didn’t want him to know till he was out of school for the summer. 

Mingi walked into the classroom and went straight to the back where he saw San. San looked up from his book and frowned a little when he saw Mingi’s face. 

“Dad again?”

Mingi just nodded and sighed, sitting down beside him. San rubbed his back as he put his head down on the table. San and Mingi had been friends since freshman year. They were assigned  roommates, they were a little closed off at the beginning but got closer as the months went on. 

“Hey look on the brightside, you won’t have to deal with him really after you graduate”

“It’s not that easy,” Mingi sighed, lifting his head. “How do I tell my mom her only son is planning to be in the music industry after graduation?”

“Are you still planning on that?”

Mingi nodded, looking straight and waiting for class to start. Mingi wanted to be a producer and choreographer in the idol industry, he wanted to create music and dances that normal groups couldn’t do. He wanted to make them for a group he knew could handle it. 

Not the cute shit he sees on music shows. 

“Well you know I’ll always support you” 

“I know, I’ll need you anyways with my temper. You’ll be the best lawyer ever” 

“Mingi, I’m not going to law school to just bail you out all the time just because you don’t like the way they say something,” San frowned. 

“I’m joking” 

Mingi had been through a lot of anger management growing up. He didn’t explode like he used to in high school which he feels like meeting San and the other mellowed him out a lot but sometimes his anger suppressed his mind when it told him not to react. Now when someone would make him angry, he just won’t hit them unless they swung at him first. 

“You know I heard everyone talking about me,” he said, catching San’s attention

“Yeah, I've been hearing the assumptions,” San sighed. 

“Do you think people who have never talked to me before believe them?” He looked at San. 

San looked at Mingi and frowned a little. Mingi might have a face that looked super intimidating or stone cold but under it was a man who was just scared of how people’ opinions of him could travel to others who never even met him. He wasn’t this person people were painting him to be. San wishes people saw the Mingi that he sees everyday. 

Is Mingi perfect? Far from it but he’s a human who is just a little rough around the edges and there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone has space to improve themselves. 

“They probably do Mingi but look you have seven friends who care about you and know you so it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks,” San reassured him.

 “Mm” he nodded. 

More people started to pour into the classroom and Mingi tried to stay focused as the hour went on but his thoughts distracted him. His anxiety messed with him, trying to break him..

Slowly.. 

Quietly..

He wanted to run back to his apartment and turn off the lights. He wanted to turn off his mind and just be alone for a while. The ticking from the clock seemed so larger than his own breathing right now. 

He was on the verge of having a panic attack..

He could. San could tell. 

“That’s all for today e–”

Mingi dashed out of class before Mr. Kim could finish his sentence. San didn’t tell to stop him or run after him because he knew Mingi needed to be alone and not smothered. 

Mingi cut through people, bumming into their shoulders. He probably looked like someone crazy and people probably thought he was running for no reason but he was escaping. In his head, his steps were slow along with the time he thought he would make it back to his apartment. 

He bumped into a shoulder, making the other person fall along with their books but he was in such a panic trance he didn’t realize. 

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. 

He kept repeating and repeating till he made it to his car. The warm tears started to spill over and start their path down his cheeks. He kept breathing, praying that San would keep up soon to drive him back to their place. 

He needed his brain to shut off. 

You sighed as you picked up all your books that had fallen out of your bag. People around you were asking if you were okay and helped you like you were a small child. 

You hated it. 

You waved your hand, signaling you were okay. Walking away, you made your way to the library to meet up with your best friend Hana. Hana had been your best friend since the second grade, she knows everything about you and vice versa. She even remembers what happened to you when you guys had turned eleven. 

The year you went mute. 

You were diagnosed with traumatic mutism by your twelveteenth birthday and you haven’t spoken since then, all the therapy and support groups that your parents put you in did nothing to help you speak again. You felt like a burden to them, eventually they gave up and started paying for your sign language classes. 

Your doctor told them that notepads and text messages would only work in the beginning but you needed a different way to communicate. Hana, being the person she is, begged her parents and went with you to these classes with you so she could also learn. 

Hana turned her back on you. She comforted you and even learned something she didn’t need to learn just because you were like her sister. 

You walked into the library, immediately finding Hana’s cherry red hair near the computers. You smiled a little and did a little speed walk over to her. She immediately looked up and smiled, patting the chair next to her. 

“How was class?”, she asked, typing. “Does anything interesting happen?” she looked over at you. 

“Boring, but something happened afterwards” you signed.

“Oh? Like what?” 

“Song Mingi ran me over, making me knock all my books out my bag”

“What a prick” she frowned. “Did he at least say sorry or help you?”

You shook her head and a visual of his face while he was running towards you, replayed in your head. You raised your eyes in realization. 

“What?” she asked. 

“I think he was having a panic attack” 

“How did you figure it out? I heard he’s really rude actually” 

“Come to think of it, he probably didn’t see me,” you paused, thinking about his face. “He also looked like he had seen a ghost and was on the verge of crying”

“Mm I don’t know. I can’t directly feel bad just because of the things I heard” 

“Like what?”

“Just things like he fights a lot, temper is bad, he possibly sells drugs to make his tuition.. You know just like gossip”

“So speculations?”

“I mean they are being said by multiple people” 

“If they aren’t close to him, I wouldn’t believe everything people say Hana” 

“Why are you so nice right now?” she squinted her eyes at you, playfully. “You think he’s cute or something?”

“His looks have nothing to do with what I’m saying, I just don’t believe in rumors because they never have facts or people never witness what they are hearing”

“I hate how logical you are” 

“You love it, it has saved your ass sometimes”

“Watch it,” she poked your side. You laughed a little but it was silent so you stopped and looked down, getting your books. You haven’t heard yourself laugh since your childhood. Hana noticed and tapped your leg to get your attention, you looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“This might be a little touchy but have you tried to do speech therapy again?”

The way Hana’s fingers were shaky while asking, you knew she didn’t want to ask out loud and she didn’t want to be rude. 

“No, I fail every time so I’m just giving up and I’m tired of wasting my parents’ money”

“Understandable, I just wanted to ask I noticed you try to say something when we get ready in the morning as of lately” 

“I just feel like at twenty years old, I would try but nothing has been coming out so I’m losing hope”

You knew the real reason you probably would never talk again is because you haven’t fully healed from what happened. No therapist was able to really open you up because every time you thought about what happened, you go into a full blown episode.

Not anymore but being a teenager up to age seventeen was hard for you. 

You hated yourself. You hated how you made people feel sorry for you and pity you. You just wanted to be normal but you know life would never be normal for someone like you. 

“You might say no but you want to go to a party tonight?” Hana asked. 

You raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Come onnn, next year we’ll be seniors and trying to find jobs to survive in Seoul till we grow old,” she grabbed your hands and whined. “Pleaseeeee?”

You rolled your eyes and let out some air before nodding. She squealed quietly and shook your body a little. Parties haven’t been bad for you but you just don’t like overly drunk people and loud places at times but you weren’t an introvert, you definitely had a fair share of associates who didn’t really care about your disability because of your confidence but you don’t particularly like being around said crowd at times. 

“Let’s go eat and discuss dress code for tonight, I want to look hot and honestly that won’t be hard for you” 

“Stop it” 

“You literally had five guys ask for your number first day of classes, shut up” 

“I wish you would let that go”

“I’ll think about it” 

You and Hana went to lunch while discussing a little more about the party tonight before separating ways for your afternoon classes. You really couldn’t focus because of fast yet slightly irritating interaction with Mingi. 

Why did he run like he was being chased? Why did he look like a small child on the verge of the biggest breakdown? 

You were starting to think that rumors and gossip you have been hearing about him for the last three years are somewhat becoming false but you weren’t so sure. Maybe it was an act for attention, maybe he is what everyone says about him. 

Or maybe it was all just one big speculation. 

As Mr. Jung started talking about the duo projects for this year, you were kind of tuned but not at the same time. Duo projects never worked out in your favor, your partners would get frustrated and complain to whatever professor you had and you would end up doing something solo that you didn’t have to present. Maybe it might be different since this is a music class that you needed for an elective class, nothing too serious. 

You heard him announcing the duos but you never heard your name and you raised your hand. 

“Ah, see me after class okay?” He nodded at you. He continued going through some of what the project would be and because of your racing brain, you only caught the words of something to do with music production and emotions. When he dismissed the class, you walked up to the front and he waited till all the students were gone before turning his attention to you. He pulled out his notepad and placed it in front of you, you had to try hard not to roll your eyes. 

“Your partner is Song Mingi”

Come again?

“He hasn’t been here since the start of the semester but he’s been turning in the homework so I can’t really drop him from the class, I guess someone lets him or he checks my emails carefully but I’m going to send him another letting him know to come because of this.. This project is worth seventy percent of your grade this semester”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” you wrote. 

“Well this is Music Production one so not really” he laughed a little. “Don’t worry, Mingi is a smart kid.. He just has his moments and I’ll probably talk to him at one of my office hour days before next week” 

“So do I just wait till next class then?”

“Yeah unfortunately, I’ll be a little more lenient since you know you..”

“Mr. Jung, I would appreciate it if you didn’t use the fact that I’m mute to be less aggressive towards me for my grades. Have a nice day”, you wrote quickly and walked out his classroom. 

If there was anything that pissed you off more was anyone using your mutism as a way to allow you to do anything or to be soft towards you. You were never handed anything in life and you didn’t want it to start now, it makes you even more upset that he isn’t the first teacher you had this conversation with. 

You quickly walked to your next class, hoping the steam coming from your ears would settle. 

“I knew you would be hot in that” Hana said, whistling as you walked out your room. You just had on some ripped jean shorts with a cropped football jersey and some white low air forces. 

“Not too cheeky, I feel a little air under my ass”

“It’s probably just in your head, you look fucking hot and I bet you’ll get some number tonight,” she said, pouring you a shot. 

“I’m not interested in dating”

“Yeah I’ll just pretend, I don’t see you swiping left and right on Tinder while also reading those smutty fics on your phone” 

“What happened to privacy?”

“Well you haven’t had that with me since we met, now time to drink up” she handed you your shot glass. 

You took the glass and threw back the shot. The burn of the tequila traveled through you and instantly made you a little warm in the chest. You made a slight face then handed it back to her. 

“Two more then we head there” 

“Hana”

“Okay, just one,” she laughed. 

You both took one more shot then got an uber to the house that was about ten minutes off campus. Apparently it was the soccer team throwing this party and you personally didn’t know anyone from the team but Hana probably did and that is all that matters. 

You got to the house, hopping out and noticing the house was a little packed already. Another reason you didn’t mind coming to parties is because Hana never left your side and if she did, she would notice in two seconds if you weren’t near her. 

You felt like a burden to Hana also but she always reassured and slightly threatened that if you ever called yourself a burden again, she’ll punch you in the arm every time you said it. Therefore, the word “burden” hasn’t been said by you to her since you were eighteen. 

You made your way into the kitchen, following Hana as she greeted people she knew and introduced you. Most of everyone said hey to you except for a few girls which isn’t new. You just think not everyone will like you while Hana thought that usually they were bitches and were intimated by how good I look. 

Hana’s words, not yours. 

After you both were handed cup after cup of the punch they had, everything felt like a blur. One minute, you were in the living room space dancing with other people, the next you were playing drinking games on the patio outside. 

Through Hana’s drunk words, everyone found out you were mute and you could tell some people didn’t really care while you heard others whispering but you were kind of drunk to even care about it. You tapped Hana on the shoulder and let her know you had to use the bathroom. 

“Will you be okay?” she signed, drunkenly 

You nodded and silently giggled at her, making your way into the crowded house. All that ran through your head was finding the bathroom, nothing else mattered till you released the fluids starting to sit on your bladder. 

Bathroom. 

Bathroom. 

Bathroom. 

You felt yourself run into a solid chest and quickly looked up. 

Mingi. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, not in an unkind way but just a little confused. 

“Are you okay?” he bent down and said in your ear because the music was loud then looked at you. His voice was low and kind of husky. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but you felt your blood run slightly cold.

You nodded. 

“Okay,” he nodded back, walking past you. Two other guys followed him, waving slightly at you as they passed and you recognized them both. Choi San who was in your biology class last year and Jeong Yunho who you had a study group with for a creative writing class you took in the second semester of freshman year. You continued your walk to the bathroom and your drunk thoughts lingered on the encounter.

Mingi’s voice was very nice. 

If Mingi was such a bad influence.. Why would people like San and Yunho hang out with him? Unless they were also like him but that just didn’t seem right. 

You found the bathroom and took a minute to get yourself situated. As you were washing your hands, you heard a large crash and people yelling while some were heavy footsteps like running. 

“CHILL OUT!” you heard a male’s voice yell. 

You quickly dried your hands and opened the door, your anxiety spiked as you saw people running to what seemed like a fight was going on. You slid your way through small cracks of the crowd, just trying to get back to the patio but you started to get trapped and it was terrifying you. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. It was hot and it was crowded. 

You didn’t know who was fighting nor did you care but it was overwhelming you. 

You felt a strong hand grab your wrist and pull you. You didn’t even open your eyes till you knew you were safe and not surrounded. You heard a door open as you were kind of being dragged and the yells in the house became distant. 

“You can open your eyes,” a soft voice said.

You opened and saw San, he smiled a little at me. 

“Are you okay?” 

You opened your mouth but no words came out. He frowned a little and you knew the pity was settling in his chest but you quickly put up a thumbs up. 

“If you need to sign a little, it’s fine remember you taught me a little when we had that study hall in bio last year” 

“I’m okay” you signed. 

“You’re okay?” 

You smiled and nodded. 

“Did you come with anyone?” he asked. You spelled out Hana’s name slowly and mouthed it. He nodded, understanding then looked back at the house and saw people starting to pour out. 

“I think Jiseok kicked out everyone so she should come out, let’s wait on the sidewalk” 

You nodded and followed so no one bumped into you guys. Even though San had low knowledge of sign language, he tried his best to have a conversation with you and even passed you his phone so you could type on the notes app. He kept looking at the house for Hana and I guess Yunho and Mingi to follow. 

You tapped him so he could face you. 

“I have a question”

“Ask away” 

“Are you and Mi–”

“San!” someone called out his name before you even got to finish. You both turned and saw Yunho and Mingi walking towards you. You erased what you typed and handed his phone back to him. 

“Oh hey Y/N” Yunho said. 

You waved at him and Mingi raised an eyebrow curiously but didn’t say anything, checking his phone. Was he rude or just didn’t have much to say? 

“WHERE IS MY BEST FRIEND?” You heard a loud yell. You looked at the porch and saw Hana running out the house, looking around and then she spotted you, speed walking over. 

“Are you okay?” she signed fast. You nodded and directed your head to beside you. She looked at the boys and let out a nervous laugh. 

“Oh, hello” she said. You narrowed your eyes at her tone. 

“Hey Hana, I found her trying to get out of the crowd so I just brought her outside,” San said. 

“Thank you, we were playing beer pong and next thing I know Hyuseok and Dohyun started throwing punches at each other” 

“Typical athletes,” you heard Mingi murmur. 

You looked at him and he looked at me like he was.. Observing. 

“Do you have a ride home?” Yunho asked. 

“We took an Uber,” Hana replied. 

“You guys can catch a ride with us, all of us are pretty sober since we just got here like thirty minutes ago,” he said. Hana looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders. Hana gave a nod to Yunho and you both started following them to what you guessed was Yunho’s car. As you walked behind them, you couldn’t help but notice Mingi’s body language. 

It was light and comfortable. 

He laughed at whatever Yunho was talking about and playfully shoved San every time he said something in his ear. 

Mm. 

It was nice. Maybe the rumors weren’t true. 

When you got to the car, Hana sat in the front with Yunho so she could direct him to your apartment. You were stuck in the middle of Mingi and San which made your cheeks go a little redder than they already were from drinking. 

Not every day you sit between two attractive men. 

After a ten minute drive to you and Hana’s apartment, she thanked Yunho for the ride then San for protecting you from the chaos. You noticed she kind of just stared at Mingi before getting out of the car. Mingi got out and let you out before moving towards the passenger door. You gave them a nod and followed Hana up the stairs, you didn’t hear the car drive off so as she unlocked the door, you couldn’t help but look back. You made direct eye contact with Mingi who was standing outside the car, waiting for you guys to go inside. 

You blinked then he blinked. 

Then it just felt like a staring contest till he motioned his head for you to go inside. You blushed and waved a bit and he hesitated but waved a little back. 

Maybe everything about Song Mingi was probably true. 

Or maybe it was just a huge speculation. 

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Behind The Mask

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⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

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ghostface!jay x fem reader x ghostface!sunoo | horror-thriller | dark smut | mask kink & betrayal | slow shift from sweet to sick | non con | DARK CONTENT & RAPE/NON CON AHEAD!!!

summary: You think you’re safe in the arms of your perfect boyfriend, Jay — until a harmless Ghostface roleplay turns into your worst nightmare. Midway through sex, the mask comes off… and it’s not him. It was never just him. Now you’re caught between two men — Jay and his best friend Sunoo — who planned everything, and they don’t plan on letting you leave. Not ever.

warning: graphic non-consensual sexual content (mask deception), double penetration, anal, sexual coercion, identity switch without consent, rough sex, spit, gagging, choking (non-consensual), facefucking, degradation, betrayal kink, false comfort, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, oral (f receiving), multiple partners, heavy power imbalance, psychological horror, gaslighting, smut with violent emotional undertones

(eventual smut is graphic, disturbing, and includes mask kink & identity violation)

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The kitchen reeked of burnt popcorn and tequila-splashed soda. Someone had spilled Sprite down the counter again, and your socks were already sticking to the tile like flypaper. Sunghoon was muttering something about “how the hell is this even fizzy if it’s flat?” as he tried to pry open a truly demonic bag of chips with his teeth.

You sat on the counter, cross-legged in a mini black skirt and oversized hoodie, stirring the ice in your vodka soda with the straw like it was a pot of drama you were about to serve. The room was buzzing — not wild enough to be a rager, but loud enough to drown out the soft bass playing from the speakers. It was house party chaos at its most aesthetic. Cluttered counters, crooked fairy lights, laughter echoing from different corners, and a playlist that refused to commit to any one genre.

And then there was him.

Your boyfriend.

Jay.

Jay with the laugh that made your ribs hum. Jay with the stupid, annoyingly perfect bone structure and the talent for slipping in and out of social groups like it was nothing. Jay who brought you coffee just the way you liked it without asking. Jay who remembered you hated cilantro and always swapped his half of the burrito when you forgot to say no.

Jay, right now, was behind you — leaning over your shoulder with one hand braced on the counter next to your thigh, stealing a sip of your drink like he didn’t have his own.

“Still too sweet,” he muttered, scrunching his nose at your cup before handing it back to you.

You rolled your eyes, letting your thigh press into his arm just slightly, teasing. “That’s because I’m not a psychopath who drinks straight vodka.”

“Character building,” he said, eyes flicking up to you, mouth curled in that infuriating smirk. “But go off, sugarplum.”

You bumped his hip with your knee. “Don’t call me that in front of people.”

“Sure thing, princess.”

“Oh my god—”

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave,” he laughed, stepping back and grabbing his own drink. “But only because I’m terrified of you when you’re drunk. You get all bold.”

“You like it.”

He grinned, wide and smug. “I really do.”

Across the kitchen, the other guy — Sunoo — popped his head in just long enough to ask where the duct tape was. You blinked.

“What for?”

“The TV remote’s broken,” he said, as if that explained anything.

“So you’re duct taping it…?”

He gave you an innocent look and disappeared before you could argue.

Jay looked amused. “Remind me again why we let him in our house?”

“Because he’s funny. And he brings matcha lattes unprovoked.”

“That’s true,” Jay nodded solemnly. “Man’s a menace, but a well-caffeinated one.”

You loved this. The chaos. The comfort. The way it all felt like you were wrapped in a mismatched blanket of noise and bodies and cold air from the open sliding door.

Your apartment wasn’t huge, but it was warm. Always full. Your roommates were out tonight, which meant more guests, but none that you didn’t already know. It was all familiar faces: friends from your major, your neighbor from two doors down, Jake from sociology who always flirted with you even though he had a girlfriend (somehow everyone knew but her), and then there was Sunoo.

Sunoo was Jay’s friend before he was yours. The two of them had grown up near each other, went to high school together, even roomed together briefly before Jay moved in with you.

You and Sunoo got along just fine. You joked, you play-wrestled over the aux cord, you shared lipstick shades sometimes. There was no awkwardness, no tension. He was sweet — a little eccentric, always dressed like he was about to be cast in an indie horror film, but otherwise, totally normal. You liked him.

He was always around.

That night, when you curled up on the couch with Jay’s arm thrown lazily over your shoulder and your legs pulled into your chest, you watched Sunoo sit across the room in the corner armchair. His knees tucked up, sipping something dark red out of a Solo cup. His eyes flicked to you sometimes, then to Jay. He smiled, soft and genuine, like the night was just good.

Jay pressed his lips against your temple and mumbled, “You look really pretty tonight.”

You smiled. “You say that every night.”

“I mean it every night.”

When you looked at him, his gaze was soft. Not predatory. Not weird. Just gentle.

You kissed him — lazy and slow. The kind of kiss that wasn’t about hunger but about safety. He tilted his head a little and let his thumb brush your jaw.

You pulled away, flushed. “Stop making me soft. There are people here.”

“I can’t help it,” he said, nose bumping yours. “You’re my favorite thing in this whole room.”

“Even more than the tacos?”

“…Don’t make me choose.”

Later, after the last of the guests trickled out and you cleaned up half the bottles and ignored the rest, Jay pulled you by the waist into the bedroom.

The door clicked shut.

You were both tipsy, not drunk. Just a little buzzed from the night, from each other. He kissed you again, harder this time. Not dirty — just messy. Hands at your hips. Your fingers in his hair.

You giggled into his mouth. “You’re so clingy when you drink.”

“And you’re so kissable when you talk shit.”

He leaned back, brushing hair out of your face, his voice low and warm.

“You wanna try something new?”

You blinked, intrigued. “Like what?”

His hand disappeared into the drawer beside the bed and came out holding something black and folded.

“Thought I could wear this tonight.”

He shook it open.

A Ghostface mask.

You laughed. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious.”

“You wanna do a Scream roleplay?”

“I mean… yeah.” He grinned. “Just for fun. I won’t say anything — you won’t know it’s me. You just play along.”

You tilted your head. “You’re gonna what? Sneak up on me in the apartment and seduce me in a Halloween mask?”

Jay’s grin widened. “Exactly.”

You laughed again. “You’re insane.”

“Consentually.”

You gave him a look. “So… what, you’ll come in with the mask, all spooky, and…?”

“I’ll surprise you. You’ll like it.”

“…You better not like—knife-mime me or anything.”

“No weapons. No real horror,” he promised. “Just sex.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned. “Fine. You better make it hot, though.”

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, tugging you against him, lips brushing your ear, “it’ll be filthy.”

You didn’t see him slip the mask into the closet.

You didn’t notice the glance he exchanged with Sunoo when he left your room a little later.

Because everything was perfect.

And you trusted him.

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You woke the next morning with the taste of spearmint and Jay still on your lips.

The bedroom was warm, lazy sunlight slanting through the blinds in diagonal cuts across the sheets. Your thighs were tangled in his, your cheek smushed against his bare chest, and your fingers curled under your chin. You didn’t move for a long time. Neither did he.

Jay always ran warmer than you. He was your personal space heater — all smooth skin, low heartbeat, and that scent you could never describe: faint cologne, laundry soap, something dark and earthy that clung to your pillows days after he left.

When you finally stirred, blinking up at him, Jay cracked one eye open and smirked sleepily. “Still alive?”

“Barely,” you mumbled, stretching your arms above your head. “My back hurts.”

“That’s what you get for falling asleep like a pretzel.”

“You were the one who yanked me into a cuddle coma.”

He hummed. “Guilty. Sue me.”

You grinned, curling back into his chest. “Later. I’m busy being in love with you.”

He tilted your chin and kissed you soft and slow — a kiss that felt like coffee at sunrise and sticky maple syrup. Familiar. Safe.

God, you really did love him.

⸻

Later that day…

“I swear if you burn the rice again—”

“I didn’t burn it last time,” you said, hand on your hip, glaring at Jake.

Jake raised his hands in surrender from across the kitchen island, grinning like the menace he was. “Okay, technically, it was edible. If you have no standards.”

“Remind me why you’re even here,” you huffed, flicking rice at him.

“Because I have nothing better to do, and your fridge is fully stocked with peach yogurt.”

Jay leaned against the sink, arms crossed, watching the two of you with an amused smirk. “You two argue like siblings.”

“We do not,” you and Jake said in unison.

Sunoo entered with a bag of boba cups balanced precariously in one arm, his hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his cheeks flushed from the heat outside.

“I brought the goods,” he announced. “Only two straws though. Fight for them.”

“I’m using one of the chopsticks from yesterday,” Jay said, grabbing a cup.

Sunoo rolled his eyes. “That is the most Jay thing I’ve ever heard.”

You took your drink from him gratefully, brushing his wrist in passing. “You’re a godsend.”

“Duh,” he said, giving you a wink before plopping onto the couch and turning on the PlayStation. “Now go cook, wife.”

Jay shot him a mock glare. “Don’t call her that unless you’re paying rent.”

“I pay in cuteness and sarcasm.”

⸻

That evening…

By the time the rice was finished and the games died down, Jay had started doing that thing where he looked at you like you were a lollipop he wasn’t allowed to suck on yet. You knew that look. You’d seen it a hundred times. The lazy lean against a doorway. The thumb running across his bottom lip. The way he dragged out your name like it was something decadent and warm.

You were in your tiny silk shorts and oversized t-shirt — hair still damp from your shower, lip balm glossy, bare thighs draped over the armrest of the couch. He watched you like you were already moaning for him.

And then he said it.

“Midnight.”

You blinked at him. “Huh?”

His eyes glinted. “Be ready.”

You stared for a moment — and then it hit you.

The mask.

The roleplay.

You narrowed your eyes, a blush crawling up your neck. “You’re actually doing it?”

Jay shrugged, casual. “You agreed.”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t think you’d commit.”

He only grinned.

⸻

Midnight.

Your apartment was dim, lit only by the hallway nightlight and the flicker of something on the TV. You’d been waiting in your room for ten minutes, heart racing.

Jay said he’d come to you.

No knocking. No warning.

Just him… in the mask.

You chewed your lip and adjusted your position on the bed — lying on your back in a little black lace set he hadn’t seen yet, legs slightly parted, one knee bent. You weren’t sure if you were nervous or excited or both. Your breath was already uneven.

You kept glancing at the closet. Was he hiding in there?

The hallway?

The bathroom?

Your phone buzzed. You reached for it.

sugar daddy 😍 [12:01 AM]:

“Don’t scream.”

You froze.

A rush of heat pooled between your thighs.

Another message.

sugar daddy 😍 [12:01 AM]:

“I’m already inside.”

Your head snapped toward the door.

Silence.

Your heart thundered.

Suddenly—

Creak.

The bedroom door pushed open slowly, inch by inch.

And there he was.

Tall, lean, black robes hanging from his shoulders.

Ghostface mask glinting in the low light.

One gloved hand on the doorframe. The other holding nothing — no weapon. No threat. Just the eerie silence of intent.

He stepped inside.

Your breath caught.

You sat up slightly, resting on your elbows, your lips parted. “Jay…?”

No answer.

The mask tilted.

He stalked toward you.

Slow. Confident. Measured.

Each footstep padded soft against the floor until he was at the edge of the bed. He loomed.

You could see yourself in the glossy sheen of his mask. Reflected: lips parted, eyes wide, knees slowly falling open.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t touch you yet.

Just stood there… watching.

Your breath came out shaky.

He finally moved — his gloved fingers reaching for your ankle, trailing upward, slow and firm along your calf. His touch was confident but not cruel. Soft, even. Seductive.

He leaned down.

The mask hovered above your mouth.

You whimpered. “Say something…”

Nothing.

He pressed the mask against your throat, the edge cold and smooth.

You felt the slickness of your arousal between your thighs.

You weren’t sure why it was so hot.

Why the silence made you ache.

Why the anonymity felt… thrilling.

You let him push you back into the pillows.

You let him climb onto the bed, settle between your legs.

You let him start to touch you through the lace, your hips bucking when his fingers moved just right.

And when he leaned down again — when the masked mouth met yours — your moan broke into the quiet air.

Still… he said nothing.

Not a sound.

But you didn’t care.

Because you trusted him.

You thought it was Jay.

Of course it was.

Wasn’t it?

_________

The mask was cold against your cheek.

You’d always joked about how weird it’d be to fuck a masked man. Too dramatic, too Halloween. But now, with the silk of his gloves skimming up your thighs and the weight of him between your legs, you couldn’t think straight. You didn’t want to.

You wanted more.

You wanted him.

The Ghostface figure didn’t speak — not a word, not even a grunt — but his hands told you everything. Rough through the lace. Slow when your breath hitched. Greedy when your hips bucked up against his chest. You had no idea how he could be so silent and still make you feel wanted.

You breathed, “Jay…?”

The mask tilted. He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached between your thighs and ran two fingers up the soaked seam of your panties.

You gasped, legs twitching. “Fuck—”

His fingers pressed firmer, stroking up and down, dragging your wetness with slow, devastating precision.

He didn’t bother taking them off yet — just pushed the lace aside and slid his gloved fingers directly over your clit.

You whimpered, hips lifting into his hand.

“Jay, baby—”

Still no words. Just the mask. Just the drag of his fingers, the slow tease, the heat in your stomach turning sharp and breathless.

His gloved thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit while two fingers pushed in, curling hard and deep. You moaned loud — one hand gripping the sheets, the other clutching his wrist.

“Shit—right there—just—”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

He leaned down. You felt the edge of the mask scrape your jaw, the plastic mouth hovering near your neck. He didn’t kiss. He didn’t speak. He just breathed — long, slow exhalations that made your skin crawl with arousal.

You turned your head toward him, dizzy. “Why are you so quiet?”

No reply.

He pumped his fingers deeper — faster — until the wet squelch of your pussy filled the air. You gasped, back arching off the bed, legs shaking.

“Fuck—fuck—J-Jay—oh my god—”

Your orgasm ripped through you hard and fast — shocking in its intensity — your thighs clenching around his shoulders, your cunt pulsing around his fingers, messy and wet.

You barely had time to breathe before he pulled his hand away, yanked off the glove, and brought the slick fingers to your mouth.

You opened willingly.

Sucked them in like candy.

Your eyes rolled back at the taste of yourself.

“God—baby,” you gasped, tongue swirling, “that’s so fucking hot.”

You reached for the mask. “Let me see you.”

He grabbed your wrist hard.

You blinked, startled. “Hey—?”

He pushed your hand down, pinning it beside your head.

You stared at him, panting. “…Jay?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached down and undid his zipper.

You caught a glimpse — hard, flushed tip glistening. Your mouth watered.

Still dazed, you whispered, “You wanna fuck me like that? With the mask on?”

He nodded.

You smiled, still breathless. “Kinda hot.”

You spread your legs.

He shoved your panties aside, lined up his cock, and without a word — sank in, deep.

You gasped so loud your throat stung. He was thick, hot, stretching you to your limit.

“Fuck—Jay—oh my god—”

He started moving. Hard. Rough. No hesitation.

One hand on your throat, the other on your thigh, pushing it up, keeping you open.

Your bed creaked violently with every thrust. You were soaked — loud, messy, the slap of his hips cruel and constant.

You looked up at him, lips trembling. “Why are you—why are you fucking me like you hate me—?”

Still no answer.

He slammed into you, hand tightening on your throat.

You choked on a moan. “Y-you’re gonna make me come again—”

He pulled out suddenly.

You whimpered, empty and shaking.

He grabbed your hair, dragged you down the bed, made you kneel.

And then, without a word—

He shoved his cock in your mouth.

Deep.

You gagged instantly — nose slammed into the fabric of the robe, plastic mask cold against your forehead.

Your eyes teared up. You couldn’t breathe.

He held your head in place.

You slapped his thigh. “Mmf—wait—!”

He let go. You fell back, coughing, strings of spit trailing from your lips.

You looked up at him — confused, flushed, messy. “What the fuck—?”

Still no answer.

Just heavy breathing.

And then—

He slowly reached for the mask.

Fingers at the edge.

You stared, your pulse racing.

“…Jay?”

The mask came off.

You froze.

It wasn’t him.

It wasn’t Jay.

It was Sunoo.

Sunoo — with your spit on his cock.

Sunoo — with your orgasm still glistening on his mouth.

Sunoo — standing above you with a calm, satisfied smile.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

You were on your knees. Still wet. Still open. Still trembling from what you thought was love.

And then behind you, at the doorway—

A voice.

“Surprise, baby.”

You turned.

Jay.

Leaning against the doorframe, fully dressed, smiling.

You looked between them. Between the one you trusted. And the one who’d just fucked you with your boyfriend’s name on your lips.

Jay stepped forward, slowly.

“Told you it would be hot.”

Sunoo’s smile widened.

And that’s when you realized—

This was their plan all along.

____________

You couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears.

Your knees were still on the mattress, chest rising and falling in fast, uneven bursts. Your face was wet with spit. Your thighs trembled from the aftershock of your orgasm — the one he gave you. Not Jay.

Sunoo’s cock still glistened, smeared in saliva, twitching slightly. The mask lay discarded on the floor beside him. That same mask you’d kissed. Moaned for. Let touch you.

Your lips were still parted. Your jaw hurt.

And all you could say was:

“…what the fuck did you do to me?”

Jay stepped into the room.

Still calm. Still smiling.

He closed the door behind him with a gentle click.

You scrambled back. “No. No, no, what the fuck—Jay—what is this—what the fuck—”

Jay raised his hands slowly. “Shh. Breathe, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He tilted his head. “Why? You always love it when I call you that.”

“That wasn’t you,” you hissed, voice cracking. “That wasn’t you—I didn’t know—”

“And now you do,” he said simply.

Sunoo sat on the edge of the bed like nothing had happened. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, licked your taste off his fingers. He looked so calm it made your stomach churn.

“I didn’t consent to that,” you snapped, trying to stand, shaking. “That was rape—what you did was fucking rape—”

Jay was in front of you before you could move.

He grabbed your wrists. Firm. Not rough yet — but tight enough to stop you.

You flinched. “Don’t touch me—!”

“Shh,” he said again, eyes narrowing. “Don’t say shit you’ll regret.”

“I didn’t say anything wrong—!”

“You said rape.”

“I didn’t consent!”

Jay exhaled sharply through his nose. “You said yes to the mask.”

“I said yes to you in the mask!”

“And you never told me to stop,” Sunoo said quietly from behind you. “You moaned for me, baby. You came so hard.”

You turned to him, disgust and disbelief colliding. “Because I thought you were someone else—!”

“But your body didn’t know that,” he said softly. “Your body begged. It gave me permission.”

“That’s not how consent works,” you spat, eyes burning. “You tricked me. You planned this—together—”

Jay’s grip tightened.

You looked at him.

Really looked at him.

His face was calm — eerily calm. No remorse. Just… hunger.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. You froze.

“You think I’d let anyone fuck you without my permission?” he whispered. “You think I’d let him touch you unless we both wanted this?”

Your breath caught.

“You’re ours now,” he said. “You’ve always been. You just didn’t know yet.”

You shook your head, tears building. “No. No, I’m not—”

Sunoo’s hand smoothed along your back. His voice was gentle. “You don’t have to lie to yourself. We know you liked it.”

“I didn’t—”

“You liked being used. Open. Gagging on someone you thought loved you.”

Your knees buckled.

Jay caught you easily.

“You don’t get to leave,” he said, brushing hair from your face. “You don’t get to walk out after everything we gave you.”

“I loved you,” you whispered, shaking. “I loved you. You were supposed to be—safe. You were safe.”

Jay’s face darkened.

“I am your safety,” he said. “And he’s your pleasure.”

He turned your chin toward Sunoo, who was already stroking himself lazily, watching you with a half-lidded stare.

“I’m the reason you laughed so loud you snorted,” Jay continued, voice low, steady. “I’m the reason you felt protected. I earned your trust. I built you a fucking home.”

“And then you took it from me,” you said, breath ragged.

“No,” Jay corrected. “I shared it. With the one person who understands me. With the only other person who could ever really deserve you.”

Sunoo rose from the bed, approaching from behind.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Jay leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Do you really think we’re done with you?”

You whimpered.

He smiled.

“I want you to feel what it’s like to be ruined by the people you love.”

Sunoo’s hand slid around your waist, palm flat against your belly.

“I want to hear what you sound like when you stop fighting it.”

And then—

Jay kissed you.

Forceful. Hot. Deep.

And this time…

You didn’t kiss him back.

But you didn’t pull away either.

Because you were still in shock. Still shaking. Still being held by the boy you trusted most in the world.

And the boy who had just stolen everything from you…

Was smiling against your skin.

________

They didn’t undress you gently.

Jay grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and ripped it up your torso, exposing your breasts in one rough motion that made your arms lift like a ragdoll. Sunoo pushed your legs apart again, whispering sweet filth against the inside of your thigh — things you didn’t want to hear, didn’t want to like.

“You’re gonna take us both,” he murmured, pressing kisses to your inner knee. “At the same time. You’re gonna feel so fucking full you’ll forget where one of us ends and the other begins.”

Your hands clutched the sheets. “Jay—”

“Look at me.”

You turned your head. He was staring down at you, eyes blown wide, pupils dark, hard cock in his hand, thick with veins and flushed at the tip.

“Do you trust me?”

You didn’t answer.

“Baby,” he said, brushing your cheek, “you already did. And I’m not gonna hurt you. We’re not gonna hurt you. We’re gonna love you so good you forget how to say no.”

You choked out, “You already made me forget.”

Jay leaned down and kissed you. Hard. Like you were already his wife. Like this was your honeymoon and not a fucking crime.

Sunoo knelt between your legs. He spread your thighs so wide your muscles burned, held your pussy open with his fingers like he was showing off a prize.

“Fuck,” he muttered, almost reverent. “She’s still dripping.”

Jay moved behind you now. “Get her ready.”

Sunoo slid in with two fingers, quick and easy, and you screamed.

Not in pain.

In shock. In overstimulation. In betrayal.

Your body was still wet. Still twitching.

You hated it.

You loved it.

Sunoo leaned down, spit into your cunt, and spread it with his tongue. His mouth was hot and wet, licking circles into your clit while his fingers curled against your front wall, hitting your spot perfectly.

Jay pulled your hips up, straddled your ass, and slid one finger into your other hole — no warning, just slow, wet pressure, his spit dripping from your back to ease the slide.

You gasped. “No—”

“Yes,” Jay said, calm and sure. “Yes, baby. You’re gonna take both.”

You whimpered.

Sunoo lifted his head, mouth shiny with your slick. “She’s ready.”

Jay leaned over your back, voice close to your ear. “You’re gonna come with both of us inside you. You’re gonna feel so fucking good you’ll cry. And you’ll thank us for ruining you.”

You sobbed.

Jay positioned his cock at your ass, pushed in slowly — tight, burning stretch that made your whole body tremble. He was patient, careful, talking you through it.

“That’s it. That’s it, good fucking girl—take me slow—breathe—let me in—fuck yes—fuck yes—”

You were choking on your own moans when Sunoo moved between your legs again and pushed in at your pussy — fast and deep.

You screamed into the mattress.

The stretch. The pressure. The unbearable fullness.

Jay in your ass.

Sunoo in your cunt.

Both fucking you in sync.

Both moaning your name like a prayer.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

They gripped your waist like you were a toy — dragging you back onto their cocks over and over, filling every inch of you.

“Say you love it,” Jay growled, snapping his hips.

“I—fuck—I—”

Sunoo slammed in harder. “Say you want it.”

“Please—”

“Fucking say it,” Jay hissed, one hand gripping your hair, yanking your head back.

“I want it—!”

“Louder.”

“I want it—I want it—!”

“Whose are you?” Sunoo demanded.

“Yours—!”

You were crying now — tears falling fast, mouth open, spit dripping from your lip. They were so deep, so fucking deep, their cocks grinding against each other inside you through the thin wall separating your holes.

You were falling apart.

You were gone.

They were fucking you like they built you. Like they had permission from the gods to break you.

Jay growled, “Gonna breed this hole.”

Sunoo moaned, “Gonna fill her up till she leaks down her thighs.”

You came.

Hard.

So violently your arms gave out, your back arched, your mouth opened wide but no sound came. Just heat. Just liquid. Just release.

And then—

They came too.

At the same time.

Hot cum flooded both holes.

You could feel it — the stretch, the spill, the twitching of their cocks as they pulsed and throbbed inside you, fucking it deeper with lazy, rough thrusts. You collapsed.

Whimpering. Weak. Wet.

Jay pulled out slowly.

Sunoo followed.

Their cum spilled out of you in thick, creamy globs — soaking the sheets.

Jay kissed your shoulder. “So fucking perfect.”

Sunoo kissed your spine. “So fucking ours.”

You couldn’t answer. Not with words.

But your body?

It never said no.

______

You woke up sore.

Sticky. Wet between the legs, thighs aching, throat raw from the choking, the screaming, the begging that dissolved into whimpers that eventually turned to silence.

You weren’t in your bed anymore.

You were in Jay’s.

Clean sheets.

Dim light.

The Ghostface mask on the dresser.

You blinked up at the ceiling.

You didn’t cry.

That part of you had already been wrung out, used up — left in the twisted sheets of the mattress they ruined you on.

The door opened quietly.

Jay stepped in with a glass of water.

You flinched. Just slightly.

He noticed. Didn’t say anything.

Just came to sit beside you and placed the glass on the nightstand.

“You’re awake,” he murmured.

You didn’t answer.

He brushed hair from your face, then leaned down and kissed your forehead. Soft. Slow. Like nothing was wrong.

“You were amazing,” he whispered.

You stared past him.

Sunoo stepped in behind him, holding one of your folded t-shirts — the oversized one you wore to bed when you were cranky and wanted to be held. He held it like it was something sacred. Smelled it. Set it gently at the foot of the bed.

You didn’t look at him.

Jay stroked your wrist. “You’re safe now.”

You almost laughed.

Safe.

You tried to sit up, and your body protested.

Jay helped you gently. Tucked a pillow behind you. Held the glass to your lips.

You drank.

Because what else was there to do?

Sunoo climbed onto the other side of the bed. Curled behind you like a second shadow. His fingers slipped under the blanket and found your hip, tracing soft circles.

“You’re gonna stay here now,” he said.

Jay nodded. “You don’t have to go back to your apartment. We already cleaned it out.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?”

Jay smiled. “Don’t worry. We saved your books. All your clothes are in the closet.”

You shook your head, slow, stunned. “That’s not—I didn’t—”

“You don’t need to make decisions right now,” Sunoo whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You just need rest.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Jay said.

“You already did,” you choked.

Neither of them reacted.

Jay ran a hand down your arm. “We’ll keep doing it.”

Sunoo pulled you back into him, settling your body against his chest.

You were caged between them.

Jay kissed your cheek.

Sunoo kissed your neck.

The lights were turned off.

Blankets pulled over you.

And that was it.

You weren’t going anywhere.

Not tonight.

Not tomorrow.

Not ever.

You were home now.

And your home…

Was the mask.

The hands.

The lie.

Two men.

One plan.

And no exit.

And the worst part?

Your body still remembered how good it felt.

Even now…

Even after everything…

Your thighs were still wet.

___________

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𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮

Starring: Joshua Hong x Female Reader [Y/n]

Summary: Joshua Hong is many things. But a gentleman? Not exactly.

Or

Joshua Hong is a gentleman in public — charming, polite, always smiling, the picture of grace.

Behind closed doors, with you, he’s anything but.

One careless slip in front of Minghao earns you a punishment that leaves you shaking, crying, and floating in subspace. Joshua makes sure you remember exactly who owns you… and when it’s over, he’s the one holding you while you come back.

Warnings: NSFW / 18+, Established BDSM Relationship, Consensual Non-Consent (CNC), Pre-Negotiated Boundaries, Impact Play, Pussy Slapping, Breath Play, Choking, Face Slapping, Hair Pulling, Spitting (Into Mouth), Rough Missionary Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Ownership Kink, Humiliation, Ordered Strip, Safe Word Mentioned, Safe Word Check, Oral Sex, Fingering, Subspace, Aftercare, Ointment, Cleaning Up, Water, Holding, Soft Dom Aftercare, Joshua Hong Smut, Reader-Insert, Idol x Reader, Idolverse AU, Rough Sex, Pain Kink, Rough Makeout, Manhandling, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Emotional Intensity, Long Fic

Joshua Hong is many things. But a gentleman? Not exactly.

Yes—he’s charming, handsome, polite to a fault. The type to remember your coffee order without asking, to pull out your chair before you can reach for it, to walk you on the inside of the sidewalk like some chivalric hero, to show up with flowers at every date. The man who smiles at strangers simply because it’s the right thing to do.

A gentleman? …Well, maybe in public.

In private?

That’s Mister Yes Ma’am at dinner… and Mister “say it again” at 2 a.m.

You’d never believe someone so soft-spoken could whisper filth in your ear—could call you a whore like the word was meant for you alone. But last night’s words still pulse in your head like a bruise you keep pressing.

"You’re gonna take everything I give you like the good fucking whore you are."

Yeah. Soft-spoken.

The same man who smiles like ☺️ at everyone else will look at you like you’re a sin he’s been starving for. Eyes black with want. Eyes you could come to without him touching you.

The same man who strokes your hair and pats your head at dinner will, hours later, curl that same hand into your roots, drag you to the mirror, and make you watch yourself break apart while he calls you pathetic.

He didn’t just ruin your lipstick. He ruined your legs. Your ass. Your idea of what a good man was supposed to be.

His kinks aren’t “oh, he’s a little spicy” kinks—no. They’re entire locked chapters of himself you didn’t know existed until you were already reading every single line with your knees on the floor.

They say some skeletons are best left buried.

But his? His make you call him sir while your voice shakes and your body gives in.

His members talk about how nice he is. His fans coo about what a gentleman he is. But none of them notice you in a turtleneck in 25° heat. None of them ask why. They don’t know it’s because someone decided you needed some... “breathing exercises.”

The blasphemy is that you know.

Only you know what he is—what he’s capable of—and you’re the only one who does.

His version? One hand locked around your throat, the other steadying you, counting in a low voice to see how long you can last before the air runs out.

They don’t see the smile on your face hiding the tremble in your legs, the way you want to sit but can’t—not after last night’s “discipline” left your ass welted and your body jerking from the faintest brush of fabric. Not after he fucked you like your pussy had committed some personal crime.

Sitting hurts. Standing hurts. You’re suspended in that sweet, aching middle ground.

And he knows. Oh, he knows. That’s why he brought you here. That’s why his hand rests at the small of your back—whether to steady you or remind you, you can’t tell.

_________________

Who knew Joshua Hong had a pain kink?

Well—you do.

Or maybe… your ass does.

Before the door could even shut, his hand was on your throat, pinning you to the wall so hard the frame rattled.

“What,” his voice was low, dangerous, “were you about to say in front of Minghao?”

You tried to speak, to stumble through some excuse, but his grip tightened—not enough to black you out, but enough to make your voice die in your throat. He tilted his head, eyes calm, almost disappointed, and that was somehow worse.

“I told you what would happen if you even hinted about us.”

He released your neck only to grab a fistful of your hair, dragging you down hard to your knees. “You want to run your mouth? Then you’re gonna use it. And you’re gonna remember why you keep it shut.”

His cock was in your face in seconds, thick and already hard, the slap of it against your lips stinging more than it should. You barely had a breath to prepare before he forced himself past your lips, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that made you gag instantly.

There was no rhythm, no build-up—just raw, punishing thrusts that sent the back of your head bumping against the wall. His fingers dug into your scalp, holding you steady as he fucked your throat like it was nothing more than a hole for him to use.

Your eyes watered. Drool poured down your chin. You clawed weakly at his thighs, but his other hand came down to your jaw, locking you in place so you couldn’t move an inch. Every time you tried to pull back, his hips surged forward, hitting the back of your throat until your vision blurred and your lungs screamed.

“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered through gritted teeth, not slowing down for a second. “You wanted attention—now you’ve got it.”

He didn’t stop when you coughed. He didn’t stop when you whimpered. He kept going until your head felt light, the edges of your vision darkening, and your body swayed forward in desperation for oxygen.

He wiped that spit across your cheek with his thumb, smirking like you were nothing but a mess he’d made. “Pathetic little slut.”

Only then did he pull out, his cock glistening with spit, a thick strand connecting him to your mouth. You were dizzy, gasping, eyes glassy and throat aching.

"J-Josh-" you tried to speak but your voice cracked.

You barely had a second to catch your breath before his grip in your hair tightened again, yanking you to your feet so fast you stumbled. He dragged you down the hall, your legs shaking, your scalp burning from his hold.

In the kitchen, he slammed you against the counter, pressing his chest to your back. “Now,” he growled in your ear, “let’s see if I can fuck the lesson into you so deep you never forget it.”

Before you could breathe a reply, he hoisted you onto the cold kitchen counter like you weighed nothing. The chill seeped into your skin, shocking your senses, but his presence—towering over you, holding you in place—burned hotter than anything.

“Last night your ass suffered because you disobeyed me.”

His voice was low, deliberate, dripping with promise. He spun you around so fast your heels scraped the tile. “Today…” his fingers dug into your hips, “…your pussy will suffer.”

Your dress was yanked up to your waist, your legs shoved apart so wide the stretch made you whimper, he tore fown your panties withouteven second thought. He hooked one thigh over his forearm, pinning it there, the other forced out by his knee. You were open—completely exposed—and the way his eyes dragged over you made your stomach flip.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice almost affectionate. “Still wet from letting me use your throat. You’ll count every fucking one. If you lose count, we start over.”

The first slap landed sharp against your pussy, the sting spreading instantly. You gasped, your back arching, but his grip held you down.

“O-one,” you whispered.

Another slap, harder.

“Two—”

He didn’t wait long between hits. By the fourth, your thighs were twitching, your hips instinctively trying to shy away from the pain—but he pressed you harder into the counter, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

“Five—”

“Louder.” His palm came down again, this time directly on your clit. You yelped, the pain white-hot and searing.

“S-six!”

He slowed the rhythm, dragging his hand over your folds between each strike, smearing your wetness before pulling back again. The teasing was almost worse than the smacks—it gave you hope, only to rip it away with another punishing blow.

By eight, your eyes were glossy. By ten, tears were streaming down your temples, your voice cracking with every number.

“Sir, please—no more—”

“Not your call,” he said smoothly, not even winded. Another sharp strike made your hips buck violently, but his forearm kept you pinned. “You’ll take what I give you.”

You sobbed out “Thirteen,” but he didn’t slow. Each smack alternated—clit, lower, clit again—keeping the pain unpredictable. You couldn’t brace for it, couldn’t control the way your body jolted every time his palm connected.

“Seventeen—oh my God—eighteen—”

“Keep going.”

Your legs were shaking so badly you thought they’d give out if he let go. By twenty, you were slurring the numbers, voice high and broken.

Finally, he paused—but only to run two fingers over your swollen, throbbing folds, the sensitivity so sharp you flinched away. He forced you still with his other hand.

“Messy,” he said, tone almost amused. “You’re dripping all over my counter.” He gave your clit one more light tap—mocking, cruel—just to watch you gasp. “Guess you didn’t hate it as much as you want me to believe.”

And you knew from the look in his eyes—he wasn’t done. Not even close.

His palm came up to your throat again, not squeezing—yet—just holding you there, his thumb under your jaw tilting your chin until you were forced to meet his eyes. You were still sprawled across the counter, legs spread, pussy swollen and glistening from the punishment.

“Do you remember what your safe word is?” he asked, voice calm but heavy with that dangerous undercurrent.

Your lips trembled. “G–Gentleman.”

He smirked, leaning in just enough that you felt the heat of his breath. “Good girl. Keep it close. You might need it.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse hammering under his fingers.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

You obeyed instantly. There was the sound of him moving away, the soft creak of a cupboard opening, then the faint clink of glass. Curiosity mixed with dread in your chest.

When he returned, you felt the cool base of a wine bottle graze the inside of your thigh.

“I want to soothe you,” he murmured, his hand stroking your trembling leg as if he hadn’t just wrecked you minutes ago. “I want to run my tongue over your pathetic, sore little pussy until you’re begging to come.”

You bit your lip, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on.

“But…” his tone shifted, silk hardening into steel, “…what’s in it for me?”

Before you could answer, the shock hit—cold wine cascading over your heat, pooling against your clit before running down your folds. You gasped sharply, hips jerking at the sudden chill, but his grip on your neck kept you exactly where he wanted you.

“Now,” he said, eyes locked on yours, “let’s see how sweet you really taste.”

The wine’s cold sting lingered for a heartbeat before his mouth was on you—hot, wet, and merciless. The temperature shift was brutal, your body jerking as his tongue slid through your folds, spreading the chilled liquid over every swollen, punished inch of you.

Your moan broke halfway into a gasp, the sensation too much. The sting from the spanking, the cold from the wine, the heat from his mouth—it all collided in a dizzying overload.

“J–Joshua—”

His grip on your thighs tightened, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter until your hips were flush with his face. “Not my name,” he murmured against you, the vibration making your back arch. “Try again.”

“Sir—” you choked out.

That earned you a deep, slow lick from the base of your slit to your clit, his tongue pressing hard enough to make your legs twitch. He didn’t pause—just sealed his mouth over you, sucking hard while his tongue flicked relentlessly against the swollen bundle of nerves.

The sound was obscene—wet, messy, almost feral. He groaned into you like he couldn’t get enough, like every drop of wine and slick he swallowed was better than any drink he’d ever tasted.

Your hands scrambled for purchase, fingers digging into the edge of the counter, head tipping back as helpless sounds poured out of you. “Oh my—ah—please—”

He pulled back just long enough to look at you, lips shiny, eyes dark and glassy. “Please what? You’ve got a safe word. You’re not using it, so you must want more.”

Before you could catch your breath, two fingers slid into you—slowly, just to the second knuckle—then curled deep, dragging along your front wall while his mouth latched onto your clit again.

The moan that tore out of you was broken, breathless. Your legs tried to close around his head, but he shoved them open wider, holding you down as if you were nothing more than something to be devoured.

It was unbearable—the steady, ruthless drag of his fingers inside you, the relentless flick of his tongue, the heat of his mouth against your overstimulated clit. Every time you thought you might tip over the edge, he adjusted—faster, harder, deeper—pulling you along with no escape.

You were gasping now, your voice cracking as you tried to form words. “Sir—too much—oh my God—”

“Mm,” he hummed against you, not stopping for a second. The sound vibrated through your core, sending shockwaves up your spine. “Then come for me. Let me taste all of it.”

Your climax hit hard, your whole body seizing as your cries filled the kitchen. You could feel yourself throbbing around his fingers, feel the gush of slick he was drinking down like he was starved for it.

But he didn’t stop. Even as you sobbed from the sensitivity, even as your hips twisted away, he followed—tongue dragging, fingers curling, milking every last tremor from your shaking body.

When he finally pulled back, your thighs were trembling uncontrollably, your chest heaving. His lips were wet, his chin slick, and his expression… wrecked.

“God,” he breathed, almost to himself, “I could live here.”

And from the way his grip tightened on your hips, you knew he wasn’t anywhere close to being done.

You barely had time to breathe before his fingers dug into your hips again, dragging you even closer to the edge of the counter until you felt his breath hot against your swollen, soaked pussy.

“Look at you,” he said, voice dripping with something between pride and cruelty. “Already shaking… and I’ve barely gotten started.”

You whimpered, but it only made him smirk. One hand snaked up to your throat again, tilting your head so you had to watch him—had to see the hunger in his eyes before he dropped his gaze back to you.

The first lick after your orgasm made your whole body jolt, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. It hurt—burned—and yet sent heat curling low in your belly all over again.

Joshua noticed. Of course he did. “Mm. That sound,” he murmured against you. “It’s like your body can’t decide if it hates me or needs me.”

Then he went in for the kill—tongue circling your clit in slow, deliberate motions, only to suddenly suck hard enough to make you choke on a moan. His free hand spread your folds wide, thumb pressing just enough on your oversensitive clit to make your back arch off the counter.

“Sir—please—too much—” you gasped, voice cracking.

“You can still talk.” His tone was maddeningly calm. “So you can take more.”

And then his fingers were inside you again—three this time—stretching you while his mouth kept working your clit. The sting of the stretch combined with the relentless stimulation made your vision blur.

Your hands clawed at the counter, nails scraping against the wood as your hips jerked uncontrollably. “I can’t—I—”

“You can,” he cut in, curling his fingers deep until you screamed. “And you will. You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

Your tears slipped hot down your temples, your cries broken and raw. Every nerve felt lit, your thighs trembling so violently they slapped against his shoulders. You could barely keep your eyes open, every muscle tightening and releasing as your body betrayed you—climbing toward another orgasm despite the pain.

When it hit, it was brutal—your breath catching, your body locking up before you shattered, sobbing his title.

But Joshua didn’t stop.

Even as your hips twisted and your hands tried to push at his head, he stayed latched to you, fingers pumping, tongue flicking, chasing every aftershock until you were beyond moans—reduced to helpless, incoherent whimpers.

When he finally pulled back, your thighs instantly tried to close, but his hands kept them spread. His lips and chin were slick, his eyes glazed with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

He leaned over you, his mouth brushing your ear. “You’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

And with the way his cock pressed against your inner thigh, hard and heavy… you knew he meant it.

His hands slid under you, lifting you effortlessly. The sudden change from counter to his chest made your head swim—partly from the aftershocks, partly from the fact you were still trembling.

He carried you bridal style down the hall, but there was nothing romantic in his grip. It was possessive, like he was transporting something he owned. The air felt colder in the bedroom, but you barely had time to notice before he tossed you onto the bed with enough force to make you bounce once.

“Strip.”

You froze for half a second, sitting there on your knees, chest heaving.

“Now.” His tone left no room for hesitation. He sank into the armchair near the bed, spreading his legs, forearms resting casually on his thighs like he had all the time in the world to watch you squirm.

Your cheeks burned as you reached for the hem of your dress, tugging it over your head. His gaze followed every movement, sharp and assessing.

“There’s my little mess,” he drawled, eyes flicking to the damp spot on the inside of your thighs. “Look at you… still dripping. I didn’t even touch you for that one.”

You swallowed hard, your hands moving to unclasp your bra.

“Slower,” he interrupted. “Let me enjoy it. You owe me that after tonight.”

Your fingers fumbled with the clasp under his stare, finally getting it undone and letting the straps fall from your shoulders.

“Pretty,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on your chest. “Shame you don’t get to touch them unless I tell you to.”

The humiliation made your stomach twist—being bare under his gaze, every inch of you exposed while he stayed fully dressed, sitting like a king watching a performance.

Your panties were the last piece, the torn lace still hanging on your thigh from earlier. You slid them down slowly, stepping out of them as his mouth curved into something dark.

“Hold them out,” he ordered.

You hesitated, but obeyed, dangling the scrap of lace between your fingers.

“Now drop them,” he said, pointing to the floor like it was nothing worth keeping. “That’s all you are right now, sweetheart—something for me to use and discard.”

His words hit deep, the degradation both stinging and making your pulse race. He leaned back, letting the silence stretch, his gaze raking over your naked form.

“Now,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him. “Here. Crawl to me.”

“Good,” he said finally.

The words hit like a shockwave—low, calm, but threaded with absolute command.

Your throat went dry.

“On all fours, sweetheart,” he added, leaning back in the chair, spreading his knees like a king awaiting tribute. “Show me exactly where you belong.”

Heat flooded your face, shame and arousal mixing until it was hard to tell them apart. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto your hands and knees, the plush carpet brushing against your skin.

The first move forward felt like a mile, your body acutely aware of how exposed you were—back arched, breasts swaying, your pussy on display with every shift of your hips.

Joshua’s eyes tracked every inch of you, slow and deliberate. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Keep that ass up. I want to see every bit of what’s mine.”

You crawled closer, the air between you heavy and suffocating. Your palms pressed into the carpet, your knees dragging forward inch by inch under his unblinking gaze.

“Slower,” he said suddenly, the word slicing through the silence. “Make me want it.”

You adjusted your pace, hips swaying just slightly with each movement. His lips quirked into the faintest smirk, his eyes darkening as he shifted forward in his chair.

When you reached his knees, you stopped, waiting.

Joshua leaned down, one hand curling under your chin, forcing your eyes up to his. “Look at you,” he said softly, almost in awe. “You have no idea what I’m about to do to you.”

And the way his grip tightened told you—oh, he meant every word.

You were still on your knees between his legs, eyes locked on his, when his hand moved—fast.

The crack of his palm against your cheek rang out in the room, the sharp sting blooming instantly across your skin. You gasped, head tilting slightly from the force, breath catching in your throat.

Before you could process, his hand was in your hair, steadying you, pulling your gaze right back to his.

“There she is,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over your flushed face, your parted lips. “My pretty mess.”

The sting in your cheek throbbed, but his voice—low, reverent—made heat rush through you in equal measure.

He tilted his head, studying you like you were some priceless work of art only he was allowed to touch. “You are,” he said slowly, each word deliberate, “the most beautiful being in the world.” His thumb brushed over the spot he’d just struck, a twisted tenderness in the gesture.

The contrast made your chest ache—his cruelty paired with adoration, the kind that left you dizzy, unsure if you wanted to melt into him or run.

And he knew it. He saw it in your eyes, the way you shivered when his hand slid down from your face to your throat, holding you there with that familiar, possessive grip.

“That’s why,” he added, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed yours, “I get to ruin you like no one else ever will.”

His grip on your throat eased just enough for him to pull you forward, closing the space between you in one decisive move. His mouth crashed into yours, hot and demanding, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss—it was possession, all teeth and tongue, his hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you right where he wanted you. You whimpered into his mouth, still dazed from the slap, the praise, and the heavy burn of overstimulation lingering in every nerve.

You barely noticed his other hand sliding between your thighs until two fingers were already pushing into you—deep. The intrusion made you moan sharply into his mouth, your knees wobbling as your body tried to pull away from the relentless sensation.

But he didn’t let you. His grip on your neck kept you anchored to the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his fingers set a punishing pace inside you.

Your body was too raw, too sensitive—every thrust against your already-swollen walls made your hips jolt, every curl of his fingers scraping that spot inside you sent shockwaves down your spine.

You tried to pull back to breathe, but he chased you, biting at your bottom lip before sealing his mouth over yours again. His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles that made your entire body tremble.

“Mm,” he hummed into the kiss, feeling you squirm, “still so tight… so wet. Didn’t I already take two from you?”

You nodded weakly against his lips, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as another wave built far too quickly.

“Then come for me again,” he growled, deepening the kiss as his fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder until you broke—crying out into his mouth, your body convulsing around his hand.

He didn’t stop kissing you through it, swallowing every moan, every gasp, every desperate sound, as if claiming even the noise you made belonged to him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his breathing steady while yours was ragged. His fingers were still inside you, drawing out the aftershocks until your thighs shook violently.

“Too much?” he asked softly, almost mocking—because you both knew you weren’t going anywhere.

He didn’t give you time to recover. One moment you were still gasping from the relentless fingering, the next his hands were on you, hauling you to the bed with the kind of strength that made you feel small—helpless—in his grip.

The mattress dipped as he pushed you down, his body following, pinning you beneath him. His mouth found yours again in a bruising kiss, but there was no tenderness in it—just heat and hunger, the kind that devoured.

“On your back,” he ordered against your lips, and when you didn’t move fast enough, his hands flipped you effortlessly, pressing you flat into the mattress. Your knees parted instinctively as he settled between them, his cock heavy and hard against your thigh.

You barely had time to brace before he was inside you in one deep, brutal thrust. The stretch made you cry out, the force of it punching the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—” you gasped, but he cut you off with his hand wrapping around your throat, pressing just enough to make your vision spark.

“Don’t speak unless it’s to tell me who owns you,” he growled, hips snapping forward again, harder this time. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, wet and filthy.

“You—” your voice was already shaking, “you own me—”

“Louder,” he demanded, driving into you so hard the headboard slammed against the wall.

“You own me!” you screamed, the words breaking as another thrust made your eyes roll back.

His other hand came up, palm connecting with your cheek in a sharp slap that made your breath hitch. “Good girl,” he said, almost mocking. “Now tell me what I am to you.”

“Sir—master—please—”

The smirk that curved his lips was dark, satisfied. “That’s right. You’re mine.”

He kept fucking you like he was trying to hammer the truth into your bones—deep, fast, unrelenting. Your nails clawed at the sheets, your back arching under the force of every thrust.

His grip on your throat tightened, cutting your air just enough to make your head spin. “Look at me,” he ordered, and you forced your eyes open, meeting the molten heat of his gaze.

“You’re going to remember this every time you try to mouth off,” he said, his voice low and steady despite the way his hips were pounding into you. “Every time you think you can keep something from me. This—” he slammed into you so hard you screamed, “—is what happens.”

Your body shook beneath him, the overstimulation making it impossible to think. You were already babbling—half-formed words spilling out between moans—but he didn’t slow.

Then his hand left your throat and slid to your jaw, fingers forcing your mouth open. Without breaking rhythm, he spat into your mouth, watching your eyes widen as you swallowed without hesitation.

“Good,” he murmured, his thumb pressing into your tongue for a moment before he pulled his hand away. “Now keep it open.”

He pushed two fingers between your lips, pressing them down on your tongue until you gagged around them. The sound made his thrusts somehow harder, sharper, his hips slamming into yours with renewed force.

“Choke on them,” he said, curling the digits just enough to make you sputter. “I want to hear you gag while I fuck you.”

Tears pricked your eyes from the combined force of his cock driving into you and his fingers filling your mouth, your own muffled cries only spurring him on.

“God, look at you,” he groaned, leaning over you so his chest pressed against yours, caging you in completely. “You’re nothing but a pretty little fucktoy, aren’t you?”

You nodded as best you could with his fingers still in your mouth, the humiliation and the way his words sank into you making your pulse race.

He finally pulled his fingers free, but only so he could slap your cheek again—harder this time—before gripping your face, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips puckered. “Say it.”

“I’m your fucktoy—yours—only yours—” you sobbed, the words tumbling out broken and desperate.

His eyes darkened even further, something primal flashing there. “Damn right you are.”

His pace grew almost feral now, his hips driving into you like he couldn’t get deep enough, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. You were past the point of holding anything in—screams and sobs spilling freely as your body shook violently beneath him.

“Come for me,” he ordered, one hand sliding back to your throat. “Right fucking now.”

The command sent you spiraling, your climax hitting like a freight train. Your vision went white, your entire body locking around him as the pleasure tore through you, your voice breaking on his name.

But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through it, riding you hard while you writhed and shook beneath him, your cries turning into incoherent babbles.

“That’s it,” he growled, watching you unravel. “Dumb little thing—can’t even think, can you?”

You shook your head weakly, tears slipping down your temples.

“Good,” he said, the word dripping with satisfaction. “Don’t think. Just take it.”

His grip on your throat tightened one last time as he drove into you with punishing force, the sound of his own low groans mixing with your ragged, breathless moans.

When he finally came, it was with a deep, shuddering thrust that made you gasp. He held you there, buried deep, his hand still on your neck, his eyes locked on yours as if to brand the moment into you.

Then he eased off your throat, brushing his thumb over the mark his grip had left, almost tender—almost.

“You’re mine,” he said again, softer now but no less certain.

And with your body wrecked and your mind blissfully empty, you could only whisper the truth back. “Yours.”

“Beautiful,” he murmured, almost tender despite the ferocity in his movements moments ago. “My perfect, ruined girl.”

His eyes roamed over your tear-streaked face, your parted lips, your dazed expression.

The room was quiet now, the air heavy with heat and the lingering scent of sex. Your body was limp beneath him, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, your eyes glassy and faraway.

Joshua eased out of you slowly, his movements careful now, like he was afraid of breaking you. The sudden emptiness made you whimper softly, your legs trembling even as he shifted to lie beside you.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, sliding an arm under your shoulders to pull you against his chest. His other hand immediately found your hair, stroking through the damp strands with slow, repetitive motions.

You didn’t speak—you couldn’t. You were floating, drifting somewhere warm and safe, the last few minutes a blur of sensation and surrender.

Joshua pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there. “You did so well for me, sweetheart. So, so good.”

Your breathing steadied under the sound of his voice, each word tugging you back toward yourself. His hand kept moving in your hair, gentle and rhythmic, the other rubbing slow circles into your back.

“You can come back now,” he whispered. “No rush. Just breathe with me.”

He matched his breaths to yours, guiding you without saying anything else, his thumb occasionally brushing your jaw or tucking a strand of hair away from your face.

The world felt softer here, in his arms—his heartbeat under your ear, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body holding you close.

When your eyes finally blinked open and found his, the corners of his mouth curved into the gentlest smile. “There’s my girl.”

You managed a small, tired hum, leaning into the hand still cradling the back of your head.

Joshua kissed your forehead, lingering there as he murmured, “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, you believed him.

Your breathing had steadied, but your limbs still felt heavy, every muscle warm and loose from the drop. You were tucked against his chest, hoping he’d stay like this forever—just holding you, keeping the world out.

But then his hand slid up to your cheek, thumb brushing softly over the skin. “Stay put,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

A small sound of protest escaped you, your fingers curling into his shirt. You didn’t want him to leave—not when you were still floating, still wrapped in the haze of him.

“Joshua…” you murmured, but his lips curved into a knowing smile.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly, prying your hand from his shirt only to kiss your knuckles. “But you know I won’t sit still until you’re fully aftercared. You need it.”

You knew he was right. As much as you wanted him to stay in bed, to keep you cocooned in his warmth, you also knew Joshua—once his mind shifted into caretaker mode, there was no stopping him.

So you let him go, watching as he moved across the room with that quiet, purposeful focus he always got when tending to you. The sound of a drawer opening, the faint rattle of jars and tubes, and then he was back—ointment in one hand, a soft cloth in the other.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Let’s take care of those marks.”

His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he examined your skin, murmuring little reassurances while he worked. Every dab of ointment, every soft stroke of his fingers, was a silent reminder—you were safe, you were his, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

Once he’d finished smoothing ointment over every sore spot, Joshua leaned in and kissed the top of your thigh—soft, almost apologetic.

“There,” he murmured, “all taken care of...in every way”

You hummed, your eyes half-closed, sinking into the mattress. You thought he’d finally lie down with you, but instead, he disappeared into the bathroom. You could hear the tap running, the faint sound of a cabinet opening.

When he returned, he had a warm, damp towel and a fresh glass of water in hand. He set the water on the nightstand, then climbed onto the bed beside you.

“Let’s clean you up, baby,” he said quietly. His hands were tender as he ran the towel over your skin, wiping away the lingering mess with slow, deliberate strokes. Every now and then, he’d murmur something—“You did so well tonight,” “So proud of you,” “My beautiful girl”—like each word was meant to pull you further out of the haze.

When he was satisfied, he set the towel aside and reached for the water. “Small sips,” he reminded, holding the glass to your lips. You drank obediently, your throat still dry from earlier, and he gave a pleased little hum when you finished half.

“There’s my girl.”

He tugged the covers back, guiding you under them, then joined you—immediately pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one hand finding your hair again, stroking gently.

“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he whispered against your temple. “Nothing else to do tonight except rest.”

“Love you,” you mumbled into his shirt, already slipping deeper into the comfort of his embrace.

Your body melted into his, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you. His scent, his warmth, the soft weight of his hand tracing your spine—it all wrapped around you like a cocoon.

It made you happy knowing that only you get to see this side of him, both freaky and gentle. Both his perfect manners and perfectly filthy personality.

“I love you too,” he murmured back, kissing your hair. “Now sleep, my pretty baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

And you believed him, letting yourself drift, knowing that as long as Joshua was holding you, nothing could touch you.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

Can I ever be alone?

warnings: dark, dark yandere, SA, yandere Joshua, darling reader, reader has been captive for some time, inappropriate touches, non consent, if i missed a warning, let me know asap

Steam curls around the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and softening the edges of the room. You hum quietly to yourself, letting the water wash over your shoulders. It’s warm, comforting, a rare moment where the world feels like it belongs entirely to you.

You don’t hear the soft click of the door at first. A faint shift in the air is all — almost imperceptible, like the house itself is listening. Then a shadow falls over the frosted glass of the shower door, and you freeze for a heartbeat, the hum of the water filling the silence.

“Didn’t want you to get cold,” Joshua’s voice murmurs from just outside the door. It’s calm, gentle, and completely ordinary… yet your chest tightens anyway. The words are kind, but the way he says them makes it clear: he knows exactly where you are, always.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. He probably just came to check if you needed towels. You twist the shower head slightly, trying to focus on the water and ignore the soft scrape of movement on the tile floor. But the hairs on your arms stand on end when you hear him step closer, his soft footsteps careful, deliberate.

But then the frosted glass door creaks open. Theres enough room for the both of you, weirdly plenty, but your arms instinctively wrap around your body. Trying to hide yourself from him.

"What you doing?" He enters behind you, giving a small chuckle. He's clearly naked. You become more uncomfortable. You're not used...to any of this. You want to go home but he treats you like his princes.. But....then he will use you and you don't know what to think anymore.

After a moment of standing in the steam with him, you feel his cold hands grip onto your hips, carefully pulling you closer until your flushed up against his body, ass to his cock and your back tight against his chest.

Joshua wraps a tight arm around your waist while his free arm travels lower. Both of his hands draw small circles on your skin. You body tenses.

"Just relax...you should get used to these couple things" You feel the bile rise up in your throat. Relax? Couple things? It was only last week that he allowed you to have shower? it was only 3 weeks ago that he took you.

The feeling of his hands trying to push itself past your thighs snaps you out of your thoughts. He's not even making a sound yet he's trying to hard to fucking touch your pussy. You try to squirm out of his hold but he quickly pulls you back, his grip around your stomach becomes tighter.

"Just enjoy this nice moment" Joshua whisper next to your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut but you can practically see that dumb smirk on his face once he's able to push past your thighs.

Your eyes squeeze shut harder and you so desperately try to drown it out. Drown out his breath on your ear. Drown out his touch on your clit. Drown out this whole experience. But you can't. Because just as Joshua gains access to your privates, he turns off the shower. He's probably saving water but you know that sick bastard is not letting your try to drown it out.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

Warmth, Want, and Wonwoo

Author's note: This one literally came to me in a dream and I woke up thinking, yeah, I’m writing that. It’s been sitting in my head all day so here we are — soft, filthy, needy Wonwoo for your reading pleasure. I’d love to hear your thoughts or feral reactions, so feel free to scream at me. Enjoy~ Bye-um~ Description: You were supposed to be resting — project finally done, exhaustion pulling you under. But when Wonwoo comes home and slips into bed behind you, his patience snaps. Soft touches turn into slow, filthy strokes until you’re trembling, and he’s buried deep, keeping you full all night. Warnings: Smut (18+), soft but filthy sex, mix of praise kink and possessive/dirty talk, fingering, side-position sex, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it up in real life!), creampie, sleepy sex, intimacy kink, deep penetration, clit stimulation during penetration, slow and intimate pace, post-sex cockwarming, heavy praise, affectionate aftercare. Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence

The laptop’s click was the most satisfying sound you’d heard in weeks. Done. Finally done. Your project had eaten every spare moment — every late night, every weekend — and while you’d survived on caffeine and determination, you were running on fumes.

Wonwoo had been nothing but patient. Night after night, he’d set a hot drink on your desk without asking, draped a blanket over your shoulders, brushed soft kisses over your hairline as he told you to “just focus, baby, I’ve got you.” But you weren’t blind. You’d noticed the way his gaze lingered sometimes, the faint clench of his jaw when you shuffled past him toward your desk instead of the bedroom. He missed you — all of you.

You caught the faintest whiff of his cologne when he left for dinner with the members, after making sure you’d eaten first. A long soak in the bath left your skin warm and scented with lavender, and by the time you slipped into your nightdress and collapsed on the bed, exhaustion was a physical weight pulling you under.

You didn’t hear the door open when he came home. Didn’t hear the soft footsteps as he crossed the apartment. You only felt the brief press of lips to your forehead, the brush of his thumb against your temple.

Your eyes fluttered open for just a moment. He smiled down at you, all warmth and fondness, and you hummed a sleepy greeting before sinking back into darkness.

He lingered there, watching you. The nightdress you’d chosen was soft and thin, the fabric barely covering the tops of your thighs. The dim lighting made your skin glow. And when he came out of the shower in nothing but sweatpants, hair damp, chest still warm from the water, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself.

He slid into bed behind you, chest flush to your back. One arm draped over your waist, heavy and protective. It could’ve stopped there — a cuddle, a kiss to your shoulder, the comfort of your breathing in sync.

But then his palm began to move. Slow strokes over the curve of your waist, the dip of your hip. The pads of his fingers grazing your thigh.

A quiet sound slipped from you — soft, almost involuntary.

His lips found your neck. “Couldn’t stay away,” he murmured, the confession more to himself than you.

His hand slipped between your thighs. Your body reacted instinctively, knees parting just enough to invite him closer.

“Oh, baby…” His voice dropped into a low, needy rasp. “So responsive even when you’re half-asleep. My good girl.”

He hooked a finger into the side of your panties, sliding the fabric aside. His touch skimmed your folds — and his breath caught when he found you warm and already damp.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He started slow, dragging his fingertips over your clit in lazy circles before easing a finger inside. The wet sound of him moving in you was quiet, intimate in the stillness.

Your hips gave a small roll back toward him. He added a second finger, stretching you gently, curling deep until the pads brushed against the spot that made your muscles twitch.

You stirred with a faint whimper, eyelids fluttering open. “W–Wonwoo?”

“Shhh.” His lips pressed to your temple. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you. You’ve been working so hard… just feel me.”

His hand was steady, fingers pumping in slow, deliberate strokes. His palm dragged against your clit on every thrust, sending sparks through your nerves. Your breathing picked up, thighs tensing, the rest of you still boneless in his hold.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice heavy with praise. “You’re already squeezing me so tight. Imagine if it was my cock instead of my fingers…”

The thought alone had you wetter, and his jaw flexed as he felt it.

“You like that? The thought of me filling you up? Yeah, you do… I can feel it.”

Your moan was muffled against the pillow, your body trembling as he worked you toward the edge. He knew exactly when you were close — your thighs pressing together, your walls clenching desperately around him.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed, thumb pressing firmer to your clit. “Let go.”

Your orgasm hit in a wave, your hips jerking, breath catching as pleasure pulsed through you. He didn’t pull away immediately, stroking you gently until the aftershocks made you shiver.

“Good girl,” he praised again, pulling his fingers free and watching the slick glisten on them. “Always so perfect for me.”

His self-control snapped. He shoved his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed, the tip already leaking. Lining himself up against your entrance, he shifted closer, pressing his chest to your back, curling an arm under your head so he could hold you tight.

The first push inside had you gasping softly, your body still sensitive from your orgasm. The stretch was deep in this position — his hips snug to your ass, his cock dragging along every inch of you in one slow, steady slide.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered against your ear. “Let me in… just like that. Fuck, you’re so warm.”

When he bottomed out, his groan was low and rough, his forehead pressing to the back of your neck. “God, I missed this. Missed you.”

He started to move — slow, heavy thrusts that kept you full, the motion making your breath hitch with every roll of his hips. The angle had him brushing deep, his pelvis grinding against your ass as his hand slipped back down between your legs.

“Feel that?” His voice was almost reverent. “That’s all me, baby. Filling you completely.”

You whimpered, your hand gripping his forearm. He kissed the side of your neck sloppily, murmuring praise between each thrust.

“My perfect girl…” kiss “So tight for me…” kiss “Taking me so well.” kiss

The rhythm was unhurried but deliberate, each movement pushing him deep and pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The sound of your slick around him filled the room, mixing with his low groans every time your walls clenched.

“You’re gonna come again for me,” he breathed, rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles that matched the pace of his thrusts. “I can feel you — already so close.”

You could only nod, the words caught in your throat as pleasure coiled tighter. The combination of his cock stroking deep and his fingers on your clit was too much.

Your climax tore through you, your whole body tensing before melting against him. Your walls pulsed around him, milking him, and his pace stuttered.

“Fuck, baby… just like that…” His thrusts grew shorter, sharper, his breath hitching as he pressed deep one final time. His groan broke into your name as heat spilled inside you, filling you until it dripped around the base of his cock.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, chest pressed to your back, his arm locked around your waist. His lips brushed your shoulder in soft, lazy kisses.

“Not moving,” he mumbled against your skin. “Not after missing you this long.”

You hummed, too sated to argue, the steady beat of his heart against your spine grounding you. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he stayed, content just to hold you.

By the time sleep pulled you under again, you were still connected, wrapped entirely in his warmth and the faint scent of his shampoo — his quiet, possessive “mine” the last thing you heard.

[janeluvwonuuuu]

crush. | c. seungcheol x k. mingyu

genre: smut. hardcore smut. *MDNI 18+*

content warning(s): explicit sexual content. mdni! *any minors/ageless blogs caught interacting will be blocked* overstim, marking, possessiveness, jealousy undertones, unprotected/protected sex, dirty talk, strong language, voyeurism, multiple partners, dominance themes, oral (m! & f! receiving). PLEASE lmk if i forgot anything!

wc: 3.7k

❤️‍🔥 - author’s note!

uhhhh, hey 😀 this is probably the roughest shit i’ve ever written. after watching coups’ bday live (he lewked tew good) my brain short circuited AND THEN they announce a coups x mingyu unit? anyways. here’s what came of that. hope yall enjoy.

The music is heavy tonight.

Not just loud. Heavy. It pulses through the floor like it's alive, sinking deep into my chest and wrapping around my hips, curling heat into the base of my spine as I move. The lights are dim enough to feel intimate, and the private room hums with a low buzz of alcohol, perfume, and flirtation.

Jiwoo grabs my hand and spins me, laughing as my body rolls easily into the beat, hips swaying in slow rhythm. Sori's beside us, cheering, hair stuck to her neck, and somewhere behind the thrum of the song, I hear someone pop another bottle.

But none of it matters. Not really.

Because I can feel him.

I don't have to look. I know exactly where Seungcheol is. He's in the booth, two fingers wrapped around a sweating glass, jaw set, legs wide, and that expression on his face. The one he wears like a warning. His eyes are dark, tongue flicking the corner of his mouth every time my dress rides a little too high.

He hasn't moved in over ten minutes. Just watching. Right beside him, Mingyu leans forward, clearly less composed. He says something. Something smug, if the look on his face is anything to go by. And Seungcheol answers without blinking. I know that look, too. That sharp, quiet twitch in his brow. The way he presses his lips together and takes a slow sip of his drink.

That look means he's simmering.

I turn just enough to catch his eye, and then I dance like I'm trying to drive him crazy. I don't touch anyone else. I don't have to. I roll my hips, let my hands drag down my sides, arch my back just enough to make the hem of my dress threaten to ride up. The air is warm and thick, and every time I shift, I feel how damp I already am beneath the lace.

The song dips. Jiwoo twirls, and I catch Seungcheol again. His glass is empty. He's leaning closer to Mingyu now, resting one arm across the back of the couch like he's calm. But I know that posture, I know the set of his jaw, and I know what it means when his fingers twitch.

Then Mingyu says it. His mouth is loose, voice just loud enough to carry over the bass.

"You're lucky we're friends, man," he says, smiling. "Because I wouldn't have thought twice about taking her off your hands."

I stop dancing.

Not obviously. I slowly slide my hand down my thigh and smile at Jiwoo like I'm just catching my breath. But I feel it. Seungcheol's reaction. I don't have to look this time. I can feel it in the air, the shift in temperature.

I glance over my shoulder, and his stare is flat now. His lips are parted. One hand still lazily grips the edge of the booth, but his knuckles have gone white. Then he crooks his fingers once. Calls me over without a word.

I go.

The second I'm within reach, he pulls me into his lap. I fold my legs sideways, one arm draped around his shoulders, and he leans in like he's going to kiss me. But he stops.

Right there.

Nose brushing mine. Breath mixing.

He slides his hand up my thigh, over the bare skin beneath my dress, stopping just short of where I need him most.

"You like dancing for him?" he asks, voice low and calm. "You like the way he looks at you?"

I bite my lip.

"Color," he murmurs, lips against my cheek.

"Green."

He hums like it's the answer he was expecting. Then he finally kisses me. It's slow and claiming. Tongue sweeping into my mouth with purpose. His fingers flex against my thigh, and I melt into him, grip tightening on his shirt. When he pulls back, his mouth is red and wet and beautiful, and I don't even try to hide how wrecked I feel from a single kiss.

He turns to Mingyu, "You wanna see what it means to keep her?"

Mingyu hesitates. Barely. His tongue darts out across his bottom lip, "I wouldn't mind learning."

Seungcheol turns back to me.

"Finish your drink," he says, fingers trailing up to brush my inner thigh.

"We're going home."

The backseat is dark.

Not just because the windows are tinted or the streetlights are a blur, but because the air is dense with things unsaid. Seungcheol hasn't spoken since the three of us got in the car. He just sits with his legs spread and one hand on my thigh like I'm something expensive he's not finished unwrapping.

I know what that silence means. It's not uncertainty. It's control. It's restraint stretched tight over something feral.

Mingyu clears his throat in the front seat. "You want music on or-?"

"No," Seungcheol says.

That's it. Just that.

My skin tingles. My thighs press together. I tilt my head toward the window, but I can feel Mingyu's gaze in the mirror. Watching me. Wondering what the hell he just signed up for.

Good.

Seungcheol's hand slides a little higher. Not enough to touch where I want him, but enough to make me twitch. His thumb traces idle circles. Then his voice cuts through the quiet.

"You know I'll stop this at any time."

I turn toward him. "I know."

"And you know you don't owe me anything. Or him."

I nod. "I want this, Cheollie."

His eyes meet mine. "Say it."

"I want you to show him," I whisper. "I want you to ruin me while he watches."

His jaw ticks, "Color?"

"Green," I breathe. "So fucking green."

His hand squeezes my thigh once.

Mingyu exhales hard through his nose, and then we pull up to the apartment.

The second the door shuts behind us, I feel it, again. That shift. That silent signal that the rules are no longer what they were thirty minutes ago. Seungcheol steps behind me, locks the door, and slides both hands over my hips like he's grounding himself.

He hums, low and pleased. "Strip."

I turn toward him, but his gaze flicks to Mingyu, who's standing a little stiff, clearly trying to look everywhere but my chest.

"Both of you," Seungcheol says, "sit."

He gestures toward the couch, and we obey like it's instinct. I sit between them and take a slow, deliberate breath. My hands reach for the hem of my dress, but I pause and look to Cheol for confirmation, and he nods once.

I peel the fabric up slowly. Inch by inch. I'm not wearing a bra. Haven't been all night. The cool air kisses my skin as I pull the dress over my head, letting it slide to the floor. Mingyu sucks in a breath behind me. I rise to my knees on the couch and hook my thumbs into the lace at my hips.

Seungcheol tilts his head, eyes drinking in every movement like he's memorizing it. "Nice and slow."

I drag them down past my thighs, letting the fabric cling a little longer than it needs to. When I'm bare, I crawl into Seungcheol's lap like I've done it a thousand times. Because I have, and he welcomes me with a hand on the back of my neck.

"You should see yourself," he says. "Completely naked. Completely mine. And he's just watching."

My body heats. My hips shift, grinding against the hardness beneath his jeans.

He smirks. "Getting desperate, baby?"

"Cheol…"

"You want to be touched?" he asks, voice low and dangerous. "You want to come while he watches?"

I nod, breathless.

"Then ask him," he says. "Tell Mingyu what you want."

I glance over my shoulder. Mingyu's jaw is clenched, eyes dark.

"Tell him, baby," Seungcheol whispers against my neck.

I lick my lips. "I want you to watch while he touches me. I want you to see what it's like when he makes me come."

Mingyu shifts, like he's in pain. Like he's barely holding it together. Seungcheol cups my jaw and kisses me hard, then turns me in his lap to face Mingyu.

"She's still mine," he says. "But I'm letting you play."

Mingyu's already palming himself through his jeans when Seungcheol lifts me off his lap and guides me toward him. My knees settle between Mingyu's thighs, and when I reach for the waistband of his jeans, he stills. His eyes flick to Cheol for one last check.

"Go ahead," Seungcheol says. "Let her make you feel it."

I free him from his jeans, and he's already hard, thick, and heavy in my hand. I stroke him slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on his. Then I lower my head, take him into my mouth, and Mingyu groans, head falling back against the couch.

Seungcheol's hand slides into my hair, controlling the pace. "That's it, baby. Let him see what that pretty mouth can do."

I hollow my cheeks, swirl my tongue, and hum around him just to feel him shudder.

"You like this?" Seungcheol murmurs to Mingyu. "Because it's only the beginning."

Mingyu tastes different.

Not unfamiliar, just different. Sharper at first, then soft, like the way his hand lingers too long on my jaw when I come off him, lips slick, chest rising fast. I stroke him with one hand and glance over my shoulder. Seungcheol is watching with the kind of focus that makes my stomach flip. One hand on his cock, the other gripping the back of the couch, knuckles pale.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "Let him feel that perfect mouth."

Mingyu groans as I lower again, taking him deeper this time. His fingers twitch at his sides like he's trying not to grab my hair, and it makes me feel powerful. Dirty. Starved.

I pull off slowly, tongue dragging over the tip, and say, "Can I ride him?" Seungcheol doesn't answer right away.

Instead, he leans forward, pulls me up by the chin, and kisses me. Messy, slow, deep. His thumb swipes across my lower lip, catching the spit and precum that drips from my mouth.

"You want him that bad?" he asks, eyes dark.

"I want you to watch me take him," I whisper.

He breathes in through his nose. "Col-"

"Green."

He looks at Mingyu and sighs. "Condom. Now."

Mingyu fumbles for his wallet, hands shaking, and Seungcheol lifts me like I weigh nothing, setting me on Mingyu's lap with his legs still spread wide. The couch is warm beneath my knees. My hands go to Mingyu's shoulders, and I sink down onto him slowly.

We both curse.

He stretches me differently than Seungcheol does. Still thick, still full, but new. The angle makes me gasp, and he throws his head back, groaning.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

Seungcheol growls low in his throat.

Mingyu's hands go to my waist, but he doesn't move. Doesn't dare.

"Don't fuck her," Seungcheol says. "Let her fuck you."

And I do.

I roll my hips slowly, grinding down until Mingyu's eyes nearly roll back. My hands dig into his chest. My head tips back. Seungcheol sits beside us now, close enough to touch, stroking himself lazily.

"You like him inside you, baby?" he asks.

I nod, breath catching. "Feels good."

"You look so fucking pretty riding someone else," he groans. "And still you're mine."

His free hand slips between my legs and circles my clit, and I jolt, whimpering, grinding harder.

"Cheol…"

"Let him feel you come," he says. "Let him feel what it's like when you break."

I chase it. Ride it. Build it. Mingyu's hands tighten, but he doesn't take over, just holds me there as my rhythm speeds, legs shaking. When I come, I cry out loud. Back arched, nails dragging down his chest. My cunt pulses around him, wet and clenching, and he gasps.

Seungcheol strokes me through it, whispering filth against my neck, "Good girl. My fucking girl. Letting him feel how sweet it is when you fall apart."

I collapse forward into Mingyu's chest, breathing hard, trembling, and then Seungcheol stands.

"Off," he says.

Mingyu lifts me gently, pulls out, and sets me down on the couch between them.

"You did good, baby," Cheol says, kissing my temple.

"Are you gonna-"

He doesn't answer. He just pulls me into his lap, cock still hard and leaking, and slides into me in one brutal thrust. I scream.

"Oh my god, Cheollie…"

"Mine," he growls, fucking me hard. "Let him watch now. Let him see who you belong to."

My head lolls back, mouth open. I am wrecked. Oversensitive. Blissed out. And I fucking love it. He pounds into me, arms wrapped around my waist, using me like a doll he knows by heart. Mingyu watches, cock still twitching, hands gripping his thighs like he might come untouched.

"You see this?" Seungcheol pants. "You'll never fuck her like I do. You'll never hear the sounds she makes when she needs me."

I break.

Shaking. Moaning. Crying out as I come again on his cock, tighter and wetter than before. Seungcheol groans deep, low and guttural, and then stills, buried deep, hips twitching as he fills me up.

We stay like that. Breathing. Sweaty. His lips pressed to the side of my neck.

Then he pulls out, cock softening, and kisses my jaw.

"You okay?" he whispers.

I nod, eyes fluttering. "Better than okay."

Mingyu exhales hard, running a hand through his hair.

Seungcheol smirks. "You still cocky now?"

Mingyu groans. "I might never recover."

We're a mess.

There's sweat on my chest, slick dripping down the inside of my thigh, and the curve of Seungcheol's hand still pressed to my hip like he's not ready to let go. My legs are trembling. My mouth is swollen. I can still taste Mingyu on the back of my tongue.

Seungcheol leans in, kisses the corner of my mouth, and murmurs, "Get up."

"Already?"

He grabs my jaw, not rough, just firm enough to make me look at him, "Did I say we were done?"

Heat pulses between my legs again.

"No, sir."

He smirks. "Bedroom. Now."

I stand on shaky legs. Mingyu is still sitting on the couch, shirt riding up his abs, pupils blown wide as he watches me walk. I don't make it all the way to the bedroom on my own. Seungcheol is behind me before I reach the hallway, hands gripping my waist. He kisses my neck, my shoulder, then nudges me forward.

When we get inside, he leans against the doorframe and jerks his chin toward the bed.

"Lie down."

I do, back flat, legs parted slightly, breathing shallow as I watch him toe off his pants. His cock is hard again, angry red and already leaking, but he doesn't move toward me. Instead, he glances at Mingyu.

"You wanna fuck her?"

Mingyu's mouth parts like he can't believe what he just heard. "You're serious?"

"I'm watching," Seungcheol says simply. "It's still mine either way."

Mingyu looks at me.

My legs open wider. "Yes."

That's all it takes.

He moves over me slowly, like I might vanish beneath him, and kisses me once, just to check.

"Green?" he whispers.

"So green," I breathe.

He slides in again, deeper this time, filling me in one long, slow thrust.

My head falls back. "F-fuck."

He groans. "You're wetter than before."

Seungcheol makes a low sound behind him. "That's because I broke her open for you."

Mingyu moves carefully at first, deep strokes, his hips rolling slowly. I wrap my legs around him and let my nails dig into his back, eyes fluttering as pleasure climbs.

But it's the way Seungcheol talks that keeps me teetering on the edge. "You look good like that, baby," he says, voice low. "Taking someone else because I told you to."

Mingyu's breath hitches.

I moan louder, grinding up into him, chasing the friction.

"You gonna come again, sweetheart?" Seungcheol asks.

"Y-yes."

"Fucking beautiful," he says. "Let him make you come. Then I'm taking what's mine."

Mingyu speeds up. My breath catches. Every thrust feels different now, closer, sharper, until it starts to burn in the best way.

I cry out.

My walls clench tight, and I fall again, body arching off the bed as I come around him, soaking the sheets.

"God, fuck, YN," Mingyu swears as he follows, hips stuttering, coming deep into the condom.

He collapses above me, breathless.

But the second he pulls out, Seungcheol's on me. No warm up. No teasing.

He pushes my knees back, lines himself up, and thrusts in deep, one brutal stroke that punches the air from my lungs.

"Mine," he growls. "All of this. Every fucking inch."

I scream.

He fucks me hard. Filthy. Furious. His pace is unrelenting, hips slamming into me like punishment, but every stroke hits perfectly, coaxing another orgasm out of me before I can even beg for it. Tears sting my eyes. My mouth drops open.

Seungcheol grabs my throat and leans in, "You like being used like this?" he hisses. "Getting fucked while another man watches?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Cheol, please."

"Say who owns you."

"You," I sob. "You own me. I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm fucking yours!"

His hips snap harder, rough and claiming. His cock drags against my walls like he's carving himself into me.

Then he stops, deep and still, balls flush to my ass, and spills inside me with a guttural groan, collapsing onto my chest.

The room is silent except for our ragged breathing. He presses a kiss to my neck. Then another to my jaw.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

I nod, dazed and boneless. "I don't think I can move."

He chuckles low and kisses me again. "You don't need to."

From the foot of the bed, Mingyu clears his throat. "So… do I get to stay the night or should I Uber now?"

Seungcheol lifts his head and chuckles, "You think we're done?"

My body isn't just sore, it's glowing.

Every inch of me feels used in the best way. Lips kiss swollen, thighs trembling, and skin flushed from the kind of attention that leaves no room for shame. I'm stretched out on the bed like I belong here because I do. Because they put me here.

Mingyu sits beside me, brushing a thumb across my knee. "Still okay?"

I nod.

Seungcheol's watching from the edge of the bed. His head is tilted, brows pulled low like he's studying me, what's left of me.

"You've still got one more round in you," he says, voice quiet, dangerous. "Don't you, baby?"

I meet his eyes and nod.

"One more time, pretty girl. Color?"

"Green."

He turns to Mingyu. "Make her come again."

"Seriously?"

Seungcheol leans in close, mouth near my ear. "Let him make you feel good again, sweetheart. Get all soft and messy for him, just so I can ruin it."

God.

I moan at the threat in his voice.

Mingyu slips between my legs like he was made for it. His mouth is warm, tongue soft and focused, his fingers gentle as they push inside me. I whimper at the contact, sensitive, wet, wide open, but he knows how to coax me.

He builds it slowly, letting my body adjust. Letting me rise.

"You're still so wet," he murmurs against my thigh. "So fucking pretty like this."

I grind against his tongue, eyes fluttering shut, hands gripping the sheets. It's slower than before. Softer. But the pressure climbs all the same, and soon my hips are rolling, and my breath is hitching, and I'm whispering, "I'm gonna come, Mingyu, fuck."

And then I do.

It crashes through me, drawn out and dizzying, and he kisses me through it, licking up every aftershock.

But the second I'm still, I feel it.

The shift.

A shadow. A heat. A presence behind me.

Seungcheol.

He's already climbing onto the bed. Already grabbing my hips. Already lining himself up.

"Hands and knees," he growls.

I obey before I can think. My body moves on instinct. I brace myself, palms flat, knees wide, and then his hand wraps around the back of my neck. He pushes my head down into the mattress and slams into me. I cry out, the sound muffled by sheets.

"Oh my, fuck."

He growls, hips snapping against my ass. "Unless it's to say red, you don't get to talk right now".

Mingyu is frozen beside us. Silent. Wide-eyed.

Seungcheol fucks me hard. Mean. Every stroke is deep and punishing, cock driving into me like he's trying to fuck the memory of anyone else out of my body.

"This is how you take a cock," he grits out. "Face down, ass up, messy and ruined. Mine."

I moan into the mattress, hands clawing at the sheets. I'm drooling. Shaking. Completely gone.

He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head back.

"Let him see you," he growls. "Let him see how fucked out you are."

My eyes flutter open, barely, and I find Mingyu staring. His mouth is parted. His cock is hard again.

He whispers, "Holy shit."

Seungcheol grins like a wolf.

"You watching? This is how she breaks. This is what she needs." He fucks me harder.

The sound of our skin slapping together is obscene. My body bounces with every thrust. I'm gasping, whining, drooling into the pillow as his cock hits deeper and deeper.

"Cheol, please, I can't."

"You can." His voice drops low, dark. "You will."

He grabs my wrists, pulls them behind my back, and uses them to anchor me as he fucks up into me so deep I scream.

I shatter.

Legs trembling. Eyes rolling. My body convulsing as the most violent orgasm rips through me and leaves me sobbing into the sheets. Seungcheol doesn't slow down.

He fucks me through it, hard, rough, unrelenting, until he's grunting, groaning, burying himself to the hilt and coming deep inside me again. When he finally pulls out, I collapse.

Face down, hips twitching, soaked and completely wrecked. Seungcheol kisses the middle of my back, sweat dripping down his chest. Mingyu exhales like he's forgotten how to breathe.

"Dude," he whispers, stunned. "I don't even think I can top that."

Seungcheol grins and wipes the hair from my face.

"You're not supposed to."

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[janeluvwonuuuu]

face slapping + age gap with cheol is always making me feel things

f!rea x seungcheol. age gap. established relationship. jealousy. face slapping. cheating mentions. suggestive. | 18+

usually your boyfriend’s a pouty baby when he’s jealous. you’ll find him quietly sulking in the corner at the function after you dared laugh too hard at another member’s joke. when it gets to that point, most of the guys know to just avoid you like the plague — save a fist to the jaw from a green-eyed cheol.

as for you, he waits until you find yourselves somewhere alone to ask what was so funny. usually he fucks the answer out of you. tonight though, he’s got no patience for play.

because this wasn’t just a fantasy he could channel his jealousy into. a little front to turn you both on, acting like there’d be any world where you’d find another guy funnier than your dear boyfriend. this was entirely something different.

you were just talking with soonyoung. to the untrained eye, it looks like nothing more than a friendly conversation. but cheol knows his girl better than the back of his own hand. those eyes you were batting at soonyoung — cheol worried you might just pounce on him.

and his fellow leader can be aloof, sure, but he’s like a moth to a flame when it comes to attention from women. a drop-dead gorgeous woman way out of his league that he shouldn’t even be breathing near, that is.

so what were you getting at — spelling out fuck me with your eyes while you stared at soonyoung, basically cucking your boyfriend from across the room?

cheol’d worried about this. that one day you’d want someone closer to your age, someone you can relate to a little more. maybe he was getting too into his head. or maybe he was seeing it for how it was — predicting the unfortunate inevitable.

unluckily for you, cheol had hosted tonight’s dinner: and he was clearing the place out not long after he watched your hand brush soonyoung’s bicep, giggling at something he said that probably wasn’t even funny.

once you found yourselves alone, picking up empty glasses from the dinner table, cheol honed in on you — vulture circling a carrion.

“soonyoung pretty interesting tonight, huh?”

“hm?” you look up at him oh so innocently. it could almost fool him. but right now, his rage is louder than his soft spot for you. and he knows his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. “yeah, i haven’t seen him in a bit. you know that we get along well, cheollie.”

“there something else i don’t know?” he snarled, temper hanging by a thread. “anything you wanna tell me?”

he’s got you backed against the edge of the table, large frame towering over yours. he snatches your waist into his hands, anchoring you in place like you might run off. his eyes are almost entirely black as they bore into yours — and he swears he catches a glint of mischief in your eyes that is gone as fast as it came.

“where is this coming from?” you tread lightly, quickly suppressing a curl of your lip.

“you know exactly where.” he retorts, fingers digging into your side. “looked like you could’ve fucked him right there in front of everybody.”

“cheol, don’t say things like that.”

he scoffs, a bitter and hollow noise. “what, you’re not even denying it?”

the air cracks with the sound of your palm colliding with his cheek. he just blinks, a searing sting blooming on the skin in the wake of your slap across his face.

his brain almost backpedals on all the jealousy boiling to the surface. but when he tilts his head toward you again, you lock eyes: staring up at him through your long lashes, a knowing smile plastered onto your face. those eyes. those same fucking eyes you were batting at soonyoung.

his chest’s pressed against yours within the next breath, almost bending your back over the table. “i fucking knew it.”

you snicker. “if you want me to fuck him so bad, baby, you can just ask—”

before he can think it, cheol’s hand is flying out and smacking you across the face in turn. it’s not violent — no harder than any hit he’s ever landed on your ass. but regret’s immediately coiling in his chest when he sees your head lolled over your shoulder.

he even coos a soft baby with your silence, about to drop to his knees and apologise before you raise your chin: eyes blown wide open and crazed, pupils swallowing all the light as you giggle at him. you laugh at his effort. he can only shake his head in disbelief. just when he thinks he’s seen it all — at his grown age, you were still catching him off guard.

“just gonna have to remind me where home is, hey cheollie.” you drawl, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and pulling him in closer.

fire flickers in your eyes as you watch his hand, not even flinching when he raises it up again, but it’s only to pinch your chin between his thumb and pointer.

cheol’s met his match. hell, he’s been outmatched. you knew this is what’d come of your little show with soonyoung. you wanted this. you’re getting off on this. once again, he’s reminded of just how tightly he’s wrapped around your little finger. just when he thinks he’s got the upper hand — a right of way as the older, more matured one — you’re there to remind him that he’s stupid to ever think so.

“go on.” you say, breathy and turned on. “if it’s yours, take it.”

in the next millisecond you’re being smothered in an almost animalistic kiss. he’s so fucking hard it hurts. you’re crazy. and he’s crazy about you.

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Asdfghjkl i enjoy the cheol bday smut that u write💕 can i request a morning rough shower sex with cheol after the day of his burst😉day, just both reader and him are both still half awake, one after another dragging their asleep bodies on their way to the bathroom.

Hope I did this one justice for you, nonny. Here you go! <3 Also, I'm glad you liked the bday smut!!

warnings: shower sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), pet names (good boy, good girl, princess, baby), rough sex, tired sex word count: 1.4k MDNI!

You’re both exhausted. After several rounds of intense sex for Seuncheol’s birthday just the other day, the two of you have trouble even dragging yourselves out of bed to clean off the… festivities. But drag yourselves you do. 

You’re still half asleep and completely naked with your toothbrush in your mouth as you lean over the sink and spit toothpaste out for the final time. You rinse with a cup of water, spit that out into the sink, and then stretch, standing on your tip toes and reaching for the sky. You let out a content groan; you’re sore in all the right places and completely satisfied.  Well, at least you thought you were, until Seungcheol came padding sleepily into the bathroom, still naked as well. You give him a once over; there are scratches on his back from your nails, hickeys on his neck from your mouth, and his cock sits soft against his thigh as he walks up to the sink and begins brushing his teeth. 

Your body tingles, thinking of all the things the two of you had done in the past couple of days, and you feel that familiar pull of desire in your belly. Maybe a round in the shower would help, you think, as you bite your lip, eyes drifting over Seungcheol’s body again and getting stuck on his deliciously toned, round ass. Your thighs clench together as you gaze at him.

But right now, you want a shower and you want him back inside you. 

He sees you in the large mirror and must notice the telltale signs of you getting turned on, thighs rubbing together, nipples hard, because he rinses his mouth and then looks over at you with sleepy eyes and a mischievous smile on his face.  “Let’s clean up,” he drawls, exhaustion coloring his tone. You nod lethargically back at him, eyes unfocused, thinking exactly of how dirty you want to get as the two of you get clean.  Seungcheol steps over and starts the shower, letting it get warm before the two of you get in. Always so considerate, such a good boy. You make a mental note to tell him as much as he fucks you in the shower. 

He holds out his hand to you and grabs yours as you raise it to his, threads your fingers together, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You smile back but it turns into a yawn and he chuckles, pulling you across the threshold of the shower.  

It’s already getting steamy in the bathroom; Seungcheol must have set the water temperature high. He gets his hands on you and maneuvers you under the shower head so he can wash your hair first. He does it gently, scrubbing your scalp, giving you goosebumps all over. He stifles a yawn several times and his eyes are droopy. Both of you could go back to bed and sleep for a whole day, you’re so tired, but you want him so bad, you can barely stand it. 

Once he gets your hair rinsed and clean, he switches places with you and starts to scrub at his shorter, newly blond hair. It looks good on him, you think wistfully, in contrast to his tan skin. He’s got his eyes closed, head back, rinsing the shampoo from his hair when you decide it’s time to drop to your knees. You grab his cock and start stroking, water making the slide easier as he groans above you. 

“B-baby, ohhhh.” He wastes absolutely no time getting hard for you as your hand glides over him, thumb rubbing on the underside of the head of his cock, swiping the pre-cum from his slit and using it to slick the way. You place a kiss to the head and then trail them down the side of his shaft. You massage his balls and he hisses in pleasure.  When you finally put him in your mouth, he’s absolutely throbbing with need. You suck him off as best you can at a molasses-like pace, tongue swirling, mouth hollowing, throat constricting. After a few minutes, he pulls you to your feet and kisses you slowly, tongue licking into your mouth and no doubt tasting himself. The thought makes you hotter. 

While he kisses you, he plays with your nipples, thumbs rubbing over them languorously. He reaches a hand down to rub your clit, but you slap it away, knowing you’re already ready for him. 

“Don’t need it,” you mumble, “Already wet for you.” You turn your back to him, brace yourself on the shower wall, and spread your legs for him. 

“C’mon, baby. Need you right now.” You hear him growl lowly behind you before he takes your hip in one hand, other hand guiding his cock into your dripping pussy. When he slides home, you sigh deeply. He’s right where he needs to be. 

“Such a good boy for me,” you say sleepily, head resting against the shower wall. 

“How do you want it, princess?”  He asks, his voice gravely still from sleep and being so turned on. 

“Slow,” you say, wanting the pace to match the moment, “but hard, please. Fuck me like you mean it.” 

“Oh, I always mean it, baby.”

He starts at a snail’s pace, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back in as hard as he can with the leverage he’s been given. The thrust jostles you against the shower wall and makes you cry out.  “Just like that,” you encourage, breathing hard. He continues his pace and the hard thrusts, free hand reaching around your body to rub at your clit. He’s lazy with it, two fingers drawing tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Cheolie. Such a good boy, fucking me exactly like,” another hard thrust that shoves you harder against the tile of the shower, “l-like I ask you to.” 

“Always wanna be your good boy,” he says. Three deep, hard thrusts later, your legs are shaking both from standing in the same position, legs spread wide, and the dicking you’re getting. Seungcheol must be able to feel you getting close because both his thrusts and his fingers speed up. 

He’s still so deep inside you and fucking you so hard, fingers now moving so fast on your clit that he could be a vibrator. You scream when you come, legs shaking so hard that his hand has to catch you around your stomach to keep you from hitting the floor. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He thrusts inside you, softer now, two more times and you feel him twitch and come in you. He pulls out and quickly moves you to the bench seat provided in the shower. 

Your head is lolling, resting against the shower wall when he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.  “Think you could come one more time for me, baby? There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” His voice and his question send a shiver through your body. 

“Yes,”  you say confidently, nodding, “Can be a good girl for you.”

“There’s my princess. Now, scoot forward, legs up.” You scoot to the edge of the bench seat and bring your knees to your shoulders, holding them up. He uses his hand to part your pussy and watches his cum dribble out of you. 

“Always wanted to taste you like this,” he whispers before diving in and getting his mouth on you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, gathering up his come, and then uses his tongue to swirl it up and around your clit, slicking the way. He groans into you, vibrations making your legs twitch. 

He pulls back, but not enough that you can’t feel his breath on you when he speaks, “You taste so good. We taste so good. I love you so much, baby.” 

He sucks harshly on your clit, and tears start running down your cheeks. You’re so sensitive, but you want to be good for him and come for him like he asked you to. Seungcheol starts a rhythm then, dipping his tongue inside you, sliding up to your clit to snake his tongue around it, and then sucking. It takes four passes of that and you’re sobbing his name, legs and body shaking so hard, you’re halfway afraid you’re going to knock your head against the wall and pass out. 

He whispers little words of affirmation to you, and dirty things like how he liked tasting himself inside you as he dries you off and carries you back to the soft, fluffy bed of the hotel. You snuggle into his strong arms and drift off, more exhausted than when you first got out of bed.